I have gone by many names over the years. Heather, breeze, spark and much much more. But with every new name, I change. From fist fighting to magic user to potions store owner/sky troop fighter. Also with every new name comes sadness. It's when a new name I given and an old one is lost in the sea of thoughts of my creator. I am not human nor am I technically living. I am the voice of the sad thoughts of my creator. I live and breath sadness, anger and everything in between. So please don't forget about me. Don't forget about the real me.