The Historian Chronicles

By: boredcheeta84

The times in which I write are not happy ones. My own father (dare I say), runs rampant, killing and thieving, with no one to dare stop him, but I hope to change that. I've never associated myself as being evil. Alas, even from birth, I knew I was destined for another road on life's course.

I imagine sometimes that even my father knew it from birth. Of course, he dare not admit that something or someone that he helped create would ever be good, and yet, my mother knew it. She was my main protector. Hid me safely away during times when my father's temper got the best of him (which was often) and he would hunt me down to try and take my life.

She risked everything time and again to save me from the life that she was forced to live. She had been sold to him in a pathetic attempt for people to save their kingdom from his evil. There is now only rubble left of Atlantis. Life still exists on that planet, despite my father wiping out most of it. Sadly, there are no more what large dinosaurs left.

It is unfortunate that my father's temper finally bested her. My youngest brother, Zedd, trick her into a trap. His jealousy of her closeness to me is what motivated him, I guess.

I am running away to be an apprentice to a wizard on Eltar. Once there, I shall change my name to Zordon. It means hope in Eltarian. I hope that I can one day bring hope to others, and save them from oppression. I have studied some magic. I can efficiently heal a small cut. To others it may not be much, but to the eldest son of Dark Specter.

It is a miracle.