Author's Note 1

What is a monster? A creature with fangs, a grotesque body, horns? For all my life I've been called a monster. Yet I never had those traits. Did my own family run away and give me up, all because of a power I never asked for? "Did I do something wrong? Have I made a mistake? Do I deserve to exist in this world?" I would ask myself. I'm getting tired of people telling me what I am. For years they had called me a monster and I know that those people like to be right. I guess now, I'll finally give them one, a monster of my own design.