Once i was called Claude (a story)

Once i was called Claude (a story)

More then thirty years ago my story began, it started in a desert with yellow mist. Some one in training had made a msitake, the man wanted i child and he got one, only not the way he intended it. There i was, in a place that should not or does not exist, it does not matter much now. He had to deal with me, certainly when his teacher had left, had died, he had amassed a great group of people around himself, because the stories of his life among the sorcerers were very famous. There were a lot of women and those women took care of me, played with me, not that i rememebered much of that, i only rememeber that the one who made me appear hated me, he even struck me once, i was eight or nine i think. the women always took care of me, he was always away, when he looked at me he seemed scared, later they told me that i scared him because i knew everything he knew and more, next to me he was a fraud, i heard later others say. They let me play because i had no childhood, that was true, i had no childhood, not because of my parents but because of the mistake the man had made. I was nudged into another life and world and would never be able to be a child again because of his intent. I am still paying for it these days, many like to talk to me if they knew who i was, but only a few really know and most like to forget that i was cursed with their way since i was a child, so they let me play, there was nothing else they wanted to do, get me a good start at life maybe…….no, i had to struggle, still have to struggle, act like i am something i am not, forget what i haven’t been able to rememeber, yes there is a nice bomb building up and no one, not even me knows when its going to blow, what will it mean when it blows………….once they called me Claude and they let me play, because i had no childhood and that is all.

An end.