(Massachusetts, United States of America)
(Third person p.o.v.)
Prologue
Once upon a nursery rhyme there was a young human boy by the name of Clinton “Clint” Ramiro. Clint's father Leonardo, or as he prefers to be called Master, had never liked his son and believed him to be the devil's child. Clint had wild wind swept black hair, bright blue eyes and pale skin. Everyone believed his father when he said Clint was a bad child and a trouble maker and that is why he didn't come to school or go outside very often. The boy himself was only eight years old and couldn't really eat solid foods and hadn't ever been able to speak properly. One day his father got drunk and started to beat him. A few hours later he a small light left the house.
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