It is a quickie. Mainly its a back story for yours truly. I wrote it cuz I want to play myslef in an rp eventualy. Thought it was a good story. Its your basic tragic story.
Enjoy
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        I was never normal, always difrent. As a child, I ran threw The fields, searching for any manner of beasts.
        I preferred them to those who lived within my village. They were petty, their minds focused upon The cruelty that they loved so much. My parents were difrent, much as I was.
        "Do not mind them," my mother would say. "One day you will leave this place, and escape their."
        Often times, I thought about that, but childhood flies by so fast on Gaera. and I was like any other child, I was to grow up as well.
        One day, I returned from The fields, holding a small green and yellow bird in my hands.
        Smoke.
        Rising, from The village.
        I ran. My bare feet pounded down upon The ground sending small clouds of dust into The air. I think that it was The flames that stopped me. They rose infront of me, so quickly, that I was knocked back.
        I pushed myself up to see a man dressed in a long red robe, looking down at me. His face was clouded.
        A few other people came to stand besides him. A few were women.
        "Should we kill Her?" Asked one.
        Then man shook his head.
        "Lets go."
        I jumped to my feet, eyes streaming with tears. I was angry, and reached down and picked up a rock. Anger acted before my mind as The rock sailed threw The air at The mans head.
        The rock stopped in mid air. I gasped and clenched my fists as his head turned to look over his shoulder.
        "Foolish, but brave." His deep voice said.
        The others around him laughed as he turned to me.
        "Your nothing to me child, this village was nothing. I am going to teach you a lesson child, within this world only The strong survive. That is why I let you live, for I know you will die soon. But another lesson must be taught."
        The wind picked up violently as he spoke. I covered my face as The flames spun around me.
        "I saw you in The field, playing with The week creatures. So you shall live as The weakest, and meekest of creatures. A rabbit."
        I felt something, something painful. So painful I passed out and landed on The ground.
        I can not tell you how long I lay there.
        When I woke up, I found myself difrent. Still much like a human, but I was also a rabbit.
        A new hatred came to me that day, and from that day on I traveled, studied The art of combat from a kind master, and developed a report with The creatures of Gaera.
        And all of this I do to find The man in red. To kill him and somehow uplift my curse.