A boy was sent to the ground a fathers only son.
Born by the sea in a island. Identity the boy always question like he's lost in translations no navigation.
Grand was the parents who raised him. Good for his figure.
Developing with patients, closed watch by his guardian's.
Every step calculated in to lessons. War stories was told to be rebels.
Tought the art of perfection protected in every way to not go astray.
He was small and brittle but his soul made him giant.
He turned sick with out a chance. But his guides didn't believe in failure.
Got him well for his destiny for the coming life he's meant to live. >to be
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