The illusions of a young maverick

Prologue

**Dedicated to  Jenny20, thanks for the awesome cover!***

There are two types of people; those who find their way through the world and those who find their own world in it. And I don't think that, for a fraction of a second, they can be fully in accord with each other or that their paths might get entangled although they might meet at one point or another.

I've always, for the past seventeen years of my life, thought that any classification of human beings was utterly unfair and inaccurate. A human being is only a human being, that's the only valid label. but then as I grew up, I realized that life is more complicated than that. Sometimes people are not just people.

As I look back, it strikes me how innocent and carefree I have lived. The memories are as vivid as some of my reality. I remember my first year at school, when we all used to sit around on the same table, using each other's pencils and crayons, laughing happily as if the world was our own. None of us gave the other a mean look or thought of them awfully in their hearts, only then we were just human beings, or better than that; we were children.

But it was inevitable that we should change, because we got to know more. No, people are not just people, there is  man and  woman, straight and gay, black and white, atheist and believer, rich and poor, educated and ignorant and the endless list goes on.

I tried as much as I could to keep what I used to have, an unbiased judgement, thinking that each one of us is an irreplaceable piece of the universe, trying to be positive, believing in the power of each individual to make a change.

It took me a very long time to realize how wrong I was.