A tale, it is were I come from. A man I am not, nor was I born an animal. The most logical assumption, a beast. I do not have a religion, yet I believe I am ruled. I do not find love, life is easier. I don't have family, I simply fight myself. I see no beauty, I speak no beauty, the world doesn't give such wonders to a monster.
I am Chrome, my life is simple. Yet I yearn for more.
I go forth, the way I want. Venture toward the frontier. Climb the peaks of Contle. Swim the tides of Lucknow. Some call me a traveller, one searching for peace of heart. I am but a boy, on the edge of adulthood. I was discarded, from my race, thrown into the frostbite of sealder. I would not kill. Simple, I was the first known Chrome, to disobey, go against our heritage.
I am hunted, I am the last living Chrome. I was thrown out of my race, before the massacre of Frena. The Gods above had blessed me, gave me a second chance. My call for more, it had been answered.
I am haunted by what I must to, to you even understand?
I am writing to you Ella, telling you the story, I hope you accept. You must bring forth the world from Gundear. Hope, peace, love. They are controlled. They are prisoner to the darkness.
Will you help me save the world?
With Sincer love, Raknow.
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