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The earliest memory I have is of my father singing to me. I can’t clearly remember the song's name but I think it's about a young girl begging a dragon to show her the world, and how she eventually was lost in it and wanted to return to her home.

My second memory, is of a tale of our world. That through the realm there exists objects of unknown power. The obelisks. Structures that grant a mortal soul the ruling authority of a specific area.

They decide the rules, how long one may live, how the land is formed, and who may enter and who may leave. Those are the ones we call kings.

The tale follows a young farmers boy who wished for a better life to his sick parents. The tale shows how the people where dying as the peasants became unwilling soldiers and the rich became poor. All because the king wanted their lives for his own.

The boy would one day walk up to the sleeping king, scythe in hand, and he struck the wicked king. Taking on the role himself, turning the land to a kingdom of farmers.

I remember how I got curious about who this king was, and it led me to want to know more about the kings of our world.

My third memory is from a little later in my life. I remember seeing my father struggle to get up from a leather chair and having a hard time walking straight. I remember him putting on a coat that left his left stub to be covered. I remember him taking an axe and leaving the house through our door that seemed too small for him. I don't know why my father only had one arm nor did I question it. Since for me, I saw it as something natural for him to have. Even though I did not question much back then, it was only some minutes after my father went to chop trees that I asked my mother a question.

“Why is father so much bigger than us?”

“Oh. What brought this on all of a sudden?” My mother asked me.

“Well we aren't as tall as him neither is grandpa nor auntie Madeline.”

“Well, your father is special. He is related to the Giants. He is one of their descendants. That's why he is so much taller.” My mother told me.

“Giants?” I asked.

“Yes, giants. Humongous creatures with fierce power but hearts of gold.” My Mother started.

“They could stand as tall as mountains and level cities during times of war. But they could also bring peace between fighting nations.” She Continued.

“Will I Grow so big one day?” I asked full of curiosity.

“Maybe. Depends on whose blood you inherit.” my mother gave me as an answer.

“Are you also a super cool descendant mom?” I asked.

My mother laughed and shook her head.

“No, I'm nothing more than human, but if you think I'm less cool than your father because of that then you're wrong. In fact, I have even grappled him and tossed him around once.” She told me with a big smirk.

“Wow!” I say in awe.

I was born from a human and Giant. Making me A Hybrid race known as a Colossus. Giving me similar traits to giants, like making my skin tougher than iron, giving me golden eyes that burn brighter than the sun and making me taller than most humans.

I was given the name Arameth Zalaar. According to my father the name Arameth meant Golden Man or Blazing sun in the ancient tongue of the giants. The name Zalaar was apparently the name of one of my fathers old ancestors, and so the name Zalaar was passed down to every child of that bloodline. My mother thought that the name was hard to say and she told me how I reminded her of the legend of an old grizzly with the same name.