"Do you how cruel it is to live without a dream and nobody needs you?"
Was what is always on my mind. I don't know what I want, but I can give what anyone wants. I can't realize my dreams because I don't have one, but I made others realize their dreams by helping one. I am needed, I become an essential because I have the power to do so.
I am a demigod, Ari.
I am powerful enough to clear anything but I don't want that. It is my joy to see the people in their harmonious normal ways living off their lives.
I do not show myself too much for people because some people's greed can kill even a supernatural being.
I immersed with people, socialize with them through shape shifting into a little girl, a man, an old woman, and a beautiful lady, but I know being me beautiful would cause a commotion.
I silently help people achieve their wants and needs, supplied everything.
"What's that scar all about young lady?" A little girl ask me.
"This scar on my pulse is a sign of betrayal and revival" I said it to her, while she is fond on holding my arm looking at this off scar on my hand.
I want to say it back, I am really powerful enough more than a king of the whole lands, destroying a nation is a child's play, but I prefer using my power for humanity's good sake.
I am praise by the people of what I do and on what I gave them.
But it's never enough, for my whole life I'm alone, raised by the mountains, summer breeze and by fruits.
My parents throw me out in the wilderness to be feed by the wolves, but God blessed me and give me another chance to live.
The love the people had for me isn't enough to complete the feeling of having a parent to love me, I swear I could say I do not want power I just wanted to be loved and accepted by them. That's all.
(Story based on the background story of Maui - from the movie Moana)
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