He always knew he was different. He could sense things that others couldn't, like the subtle shifts in the air, the faint whispers of the wind, the hidden emotions of the people around him. He had a thirst for knowledge, a hunger for power, a desire to explore the mysteries of the world.
But he also knew he was alone. He had no friends, no family, no one who understood him or cared for him. He was an orphan, a freak, a nobody. He lived in a rundown apartment, barely scraping by with odd jobs and petty thefts. He had no future, no purpose, no hope.
He often wondered why he was born, why he had to suffer, why he had to endure this miserable existence. He wished he could escape, to find a place where he belonged, where he could be free, where he could be happy.
But he also knew that was impossible. He was trapped, doomed, cursed. He had no choice, no chance, no luck.
He was walking home from his latest job, a delivery for a shady pawn shop owner, when he saw them. A pack of wolves, snarling and growling, blocking his way. He froze, his eyes wide with fear. He had never seen wolves before, not in this city, not in this century. He wondered how they got here, why they were here, what they wanted.
He tried to back away, to find another route, to avoid them. But it was too late. They had spotted him, smelled him, targeted him. They leaped at him, their teeth bared, their claws extended. He screamed, his voice hoarse and weak. He fought, his fists clenched and bloody. He ran, his legs tired and sore.
But it was useless. They were faster, stronger, smarter. They surrounded him, cornered him, overwhelmed him. He fell, his body bruised and broken. He bled, his wounds deep and fatal. He died, his eyes dim and empty.
He never knew why they attacked him, why they killed him, what they did with him.
He never knew that he was special, that he had a destiny, that he had a chance.
He never knew that he was about to be reborn, to be awakened, to be transformed.
He never knew that he was the chosen one, the hero, the legend.
He never knew that he was the beginning, the middle, the end.
He never knew that he was just ordinary.
