ok once not to long ago there was an evil man. He was a cold blooded killer. He killed humans killed animals even killed people close to his own heart. The man was deranged with powers though not strong they were infact very odd. Weird things that some magicans can do. He learned through feelings and time that power is not what is important. Life and living for a purpose were the only reasons to live. living for a purpose is what struck him more. His reasons for living prior were just because he had to. He went around in a mindless daze half of the time only preforming mudane tasks because they were nescessary for his survival. Then he made a mistake. As this man was also a alchemist of natural herbs always playing and testing with them. He realized one of his concauctions he had been making for years upon years was his solution to a problem of living with power or living with a purpose. He chose to live with a purpose. Yet he still does not know what his purpose is he Is trying to this day to find out. Every day he is forced to drink a mixture of water and his powder. Once he does he looses contact with all of the world for a short time then when he regains his senses. He is always changed. He still has some powers. But those are beyond his control to get rid of for now. He can alway seem to feel the presence of the only person to have truely cared for him. One who once had taken care of him when he most needed it. As well as he has found he can always come to her side when she most needs him with but a few words. His own power he once had to move great distance changed. He can now only move to her. He has tried to go home to speak to others upon this. But every time he tries he can only see that person in his mind. And thats how he traveled he sought out a place to go and thats where he went now it is only that person. He changed more than in his powers as well. He has learned to control himself. In the end he had found his purpose as it was forced upon himself by words of that person he sees when he wants to leave. Words she had spoken that others have told himself before. Those words are forgotten in time though they still ring true."