Prologue

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From the second I was born, I was always tortured. I never learned how to read or write, just listen to my parents yelling at me for doing nothing wrong. I would stare at the ceiling wall, with bugs crawling over my body, with no life inside my eyes. I never got cleaned, or anything. Only once every 2 months.

Everyday I would get beat, to the point where I can't even feel any of my limbs, and it got hard to breathe. I would read in books that the princess would fall in love with the person who saved them from hell... a person called a... Hero.

I never thought the day would come when I saw him. He was like the main character in that movie, as he flew like an angel. Beheading the creature that almost killed me. Was that what was called a hero?

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