When I was born my family were good and wealthy people. They had a lot of power but were underrated. I always felt different from the rest of my family. So after I turned 7 I found out I was adopted but they didn't know. I always had a normal form but my origin was changing. Ever since I was born into the family everyone loved. I loved freedom and I felt this home was boring but I found out that someone stole something after a year I ran away from home. I see them looking for me a lot at first but later they get busy. They thought I loved them but the truth was I just honored them and did not feel love.