Prologue
Not Who You Are
Your story, the things that happen to you, that’s not who you are.
I am Doguar.
The Professor named me, the Professor made me. The Professor put me on his knee and told me tales, strange stories of magical animals and far off lands.
“Your story,” he’d say, clapping the book shut, with a smile on his face and a mischievous gleam in his eye, “that’s not who you are.”
I am Doguar. But I am not my story.
