SAVAGE KID

Ever since I was young, I always wondered why I wasn't like others and felt tormented. Everywhere I went, people were always staring and taking pictures. At some point I realised that, even if I don't torment myself, anyhow, I will live a life with enough torment. So I decided that I, at least, should take it upon myself.

Apparently my mother comes from a Royal family but disrespected the Royal Tradition by deciding to get married to a commoner. Filth and fame driven as they were, they built an Empire; and here is where my reputation lies.

Fourteen years of my existance later, I see myself coming out of shape. I see myself transforming into something way much beyond my description- something firm, per say. Everything suddenly derives its valid existence from me. Everyone automatically learns to respect me regardless of my background. I am not just a kid, I am a Savage Kid.

I am, Monday Neverson.