Heroes and villains are concepts formed by civilization, but where is that line drawn, when does good become evil? I suppose I'll find out. A new shape and a new life, the question is, who do I save and who do I damm? When I woke on that grassy knoll I knew I had died, when I gasped and the scent of wet soil and decomposing leaves filled my nose I knew that something was wrong, when the first things to grace my eyes was a forest canopy and the bright beams of sunlight that filtered through it. Then and only then did I realize I knew nothing.

The fate that awaited me could not have been known, the lengths I would go to, the enemies I was willing to make, the causes I would back, they could not have predicted what had been unleashed upon their world that day. Banish your outcast, throw away your freaks, cast out the unwanted, let them roam the winds and find me. I will take them all, for I am change, and they are my children.