Pharaoh

Who am I?
I do not know.

What am I?
I cannot say.

Why am I here?
I am not really sure.

These are questions not even I can ever seem to find an answer to.

For many years I have known nothing.

I have felt nothing.

My existence a down-casting shadow, stolen from right underneath me.

Swept from me so suddenly, so unexpectedly...

And just like that, I became nothing more than a meaningless, broken soul.

A soul with no purpose. A soul that will forever be trapped in a new world of confusion, hatred, and sorrow.

I am blinded.

My feet seem to carry me down all different paths.

No matter which I take, the worn, cracked road is always thick with fog in every direction.

I can never seem to figure out what is the right thing to do anymore. The right path to take.

It never used to be this way.

They call me Pharaoh, The Lost Soul.
Guardian of the Boulevard of Broken Souls.

Now, maybe I should start from the beginning...

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I do not know exactly how I have come into this world. I don't have parents. I never did. And no, they didn't leave me at birth to die or anything cheesy like that.

I just never had any.

Whether my existence itself is confusion enough, I never really questioned it.

I was alive.

That's all that mattered.

I remember the first time I have come into this world, the image crisp and vivid. I can describe it so clearly, it's almost like it was a dream. One so perfect, you just can't grasp onto the fact that it's real.

I remember being born on the night of a full moon. Without a mother or father, I did not know the feeling of warmth a son should always have felt. Since the moment of my birth, I lay cold on the floor on the edge of a small woodland near Rosethorne Avenue.

It was dark. I was alone. I was afraid.

My solid emerald eyes were the only things that could've possibly given me away.

They were as bright as the moon I had been born under. They were as clear as the mineral that goes by the name of crystal.

I was born a nobody. I was not given the name Pharaoh.

Pharaoh is nothing I am proud of. The name given to me was a curse, the worst thing that has ever happened to me. My name means nothing, it's only a bunch of words. Meaningless, empty words.