There are many secrets in this world, some hiding in plane sight others hidden to all but a few. I am one of them...

I was just a small boy, no older than nine, when my sixth sense kicked in. It started small at first, like getting uneasy feelings and hearing voices when and where there shouldn't be any. As time progressed it got worse, now full apparitions and voices clear as day now raging in my ears, all wanting to be heard, but there's always been one, one more powerful than the rest...

I tried pleading with my parents to make it stop or to find someone who can, but all they thought was that I was going crazy and had me committed at the age of only thirteen. Alone in my cell like room, the voices and visions continued despite the heavy stream of medication to the point of night terrors of horned beasts with wings of leather, yet still one voice remained clear, telling me to fight, that if I listened to his voice and his alone I would survive...what scared me about him was he looked and sounded like me, but much older, wiser, but a certain air of anger hung about him that I would later learn to fear and oppriciate. Finally I was released, but not the same inside.
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