Essence of Ezra

Tablets of the Memory

"A baby?"

"Yes you idiot! What should we do with it?"

"Well we can't just leave it here... weren't we lookin' for a test subject?"

"Yeah, yeah... this baby would be perfect! So clean an' pure of soul and mind... "

And thus my life began. Just an infant brought into a crazy world filled with magic of a darker breed and two men that were like parents to me. Of course there were other children around but I was special compared to them. No, I wasn't a giant, or had horns; I was just an average human child with some gifts.

"Papa, what does this do?" I had asked, grabbing a syringe.

"Eh? No! NO! Don't touch that, child!" the cultist by the name of Maxwell yelled at me.

"Why not?"

"Because it's not for lil' hands to be playin' with."

With a sigh and a pout I walked off. Just my luck I would run into the ground's bully, Mister Bigshot himself, Timothy the vrykul child.

"Hey pipsqueak, saw your lunatic dads trying to experiment on that chicken again. They're the biggest failures here. You're the next biggest failure, you don't have anything special about you. No wonder why your parents abandoned you."

Now I was a fairly mellow person. I always tried to avoid conflicts and walked away from fights but that last line in particular stays in my head to this day. I didn't mean to lash out at him but he deserved it...

"What are you going to do pipsqueek? Going to go tell your daddies? They couldn't even help you if you were in big trouble."

Giggles bubbled up in me, I couldn't control them. In a moments time he was on his back and I was at his throat. It took Papa and another lady to pull me off of him.

"Did you see that?! She attacked me without any reason! She's insane and needs to be locked up in a cage!"

Hush boy. I heared you taunting her on... should lock you in a cage... " The lasy said as she hobbled off.

Papa carried me back to our tent, sighing loudly at me. He set me on his table next to Chuck the Chicken. "What am I gonna to do with you, Ezradrean? You're always gettin' picked on all the time... maybe some infusions would help..."

"What are you doing now, Maxwell? I sure as hell hope your aren't testing on Ezzy." my other daddy, Demitri bellowed at him.

"I wasn't going to test on her, Dem... jus'  wanted to help her defend herself better. We can't have her gettin' pushed around by all these other kids."

With that my attention span waned as I began to look around at the various syringes and glass jars that were filled with multicoloured substances. I chose two jars at random, a blue and a red, grabbed a syringe and Chuck.

"Ezzy... you're mixing the wrong ones again... those two will make him explode."

"But I want to watch him explode."

Daddy sighed at me and Papa as we talked. I wasn't sure what he was doing but within minutes everything went black.