The World For You, Phil.

He was doomed. Doomed to fighting. Doomed to battles. Doomed to war. Perhaps he had family, a mother who was caring, a father who would carry him on his shoulders, maybe siblings that he would fight with, but always make up by the end of the day, or people he truly trusted, and cared for. But of course, that didn't last. He didn't remember their faces, he didn't remember their voices. His family, was just a forgotten memory in his mortal past.

this is practically based on Passerine by blujamas (i think that's the author i'm not sure lmao) i was bored and so i js made this idk when or if i'll even update i've never done a book thing so bear with me 😭