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But... I suppose, if you really want to know...

I was born in Meridell, the only child to a farmer and his wife. He grew potatoes, for a very small profit. Most of our things came from the rubbish dump.

But I knew that I was special. Sometimes, if I concentrated, I could listen to my parent's thoughts, see their memories. And when I got emotional, I could move something, without even touching it.

I rarely talked.

It was a hard life. There were chores that needed doing, potatoes that needed to be dug out of the ground, things to trade at the marketplace for food. But I was happy.

My parents began to suspect my abilities, though. They gave me uneasy glances, when I answered unspoken questions, without meaning to. I suppose I was a little naive. I thought everyone could listen to each other's thoughts.
Then again, I was only four years old.

It got worse, into the next year. My parents began to fear me. And Neopia's economy got worse, as the prices of potatoes began to drop. My family suffered.

One day, I was practicing my movement abilities by the well. I'd drop in a bucket, after untying it from the rope. When it had sunken far enough in the water, I'd bring it up again, just by looking at it and letting out the feelings I had bottled up inside.

A shadow loomed behind me.
My parents stood behind the shadow, staring at the pile of gold that had been dropped into their hands.
In exchange for me.

A paw wrapped around my stomach, dragging me into the sky as an eyrie's wings beat against the hot summer air. Looking down, I began to scream, as my home dropped away and into the far distance.
I tried to look into his head, of course. But he kept his mind painfully empty. I was not able to penetrate it.

What happened afterwards... I do not like to think about.
Master', the eyrie, lived in an expansive mansion, cloaked in layer upon layer of fear. I, his slave, was forced to do whatever he said; scrub the marble floors, polish his diamonds until they cut my paws, tend to his wretched rose garden.
Oh, yes. I forgot to mention. Master had a rose tattoo, across his face. I believe it was the symbol of an organization he belonged to. Or maybe it was just his symbol. In any case, as soon as I arrived at the mansion for the first time, he branded me with the same rose, on my right shoulder.

He had other slaves, of course. Other specials, like me. But we didn't dare talk to one another, or displease Master in any way. This was because Master had a trick of his own.
Pain.

He did experiments on me, too. How many heads I could read at once, how far I could throw something with my mind. The worst one was when he forced me to try and take hold of a mind, and force the body into doing what Master wanted.
He made me rob other pets. I still have nightmares about those times.

But, around a year ago... I ran off.
I'm not sure what made me do it, after so many years of being obedient. I guess that something inside of me gave up on life. And since I didn't care what happened to me, I didn't care about the consequences that I would face, if I ran.

I care, now, though. Master is looking for me. I know it.
And the tattoo... sometimes, I swear it grows, wrapping around my throat.
As if to strangle me.

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