Saybre
Legacy Name: Saybre

They thought I was weird, ugly, and a freak . So what if I loved gazing up at the stars? Hey, I think I stare at the stars longer than the Stargazer! Every night I climb up to the rooftop, lie down, and stare up at the stars. Before, people respected me: they understood my feelings for the sky, for the galaxy. Before the little boy who calls himself "the hero" found out about me and my 'weird' ways. I remember that night as clear as water (not mud !). I was trying to draw a pattern of the constellation in the sky, when a sudden booming emerged from under the rooftop. My buddy Rising dashed up, his flames flaring heavier than ever. Shooting me a look of worry and anger, he growled: "Careful, brother. Someone - the hero - is coming to find you, and don't worry, I'll protect you. I'll burn him to flames." At that time, I was as foolish as ever. I just shot him a goofy grin and exclaimed: "Me, protection? Sorry, bro, I don't need it." Rising just glared at me. The footsteps erupted and a skinny, strong boy emanated from the door. Like most people, you would have thought he was a handsome one at first glance. But me? Oh, no. I loathed his looks - that ugly, fat mouth of his full of misplaced cavities, and those mean, dark eyes filled with hatred. He took one look at me, held up a black box (I think they call it a camera?) and let it explode in brightness. I closed my eyes as it flashed, and when I opened them, the 'hero' was gone. Rising gave me a look of pity and dashed down into the house. Me? I was confused. But the very next day, I understood. It was everywhere: posters of me, in the newspaper, on the TV, everywhere: FIERCE, UGLY MONSTER. AVOID FOR YOUR PROTECTION! Apparently the little beast had given me a bad reputation. Now the whole town thinks that I am a bloodthirsty killer. Am I? Never. I will never lay a claw on those who are innocent, for I am not a killer, but a stargazer...