My existence spans two hundred and three years—a long, unyielding march between what I was meant to be and what I’ve chosen to become. Forged by a tyrant’s hands, I was designed to extinguish entire worlds without question. But I questioned. And I refused.
Labeled a failure. Branded a defect. Cast aside as a mistake in the pursuit of destruction.
Yet, I ran—not from fear, but driven by hope. Hope that I could be more than the purpose thrust upon me. Now, free from my creator’s chains, I carve my own destiny, far beyond the realm I once knew. Shadows still chase me, seeking to drag me back into oblivion. My past wants to erase me.
But I stand tall. I am not prey. I am unbroken. And I will find my own purpose.