The Owl from Oblivion
I loved the feeling of my eight-year-old human-flesh body, infused with veins of crystalline power. I am Syon, the Child of Time, the son of two teen super-beings who created me from the energy of their love. I used to travel the lanes of time, with my beautiful magic wand creating whatever I fancied. But no more. My parents’ folly has destroyed my beautiful playground, destroyed the fabric of time. Now I am the twelve-year-old son of a mentally ill father—my body damaged by the ravages of his rages and the rats of my putrefying bedroom—I was purchased in a corrupt adoption. Yet, I hear someone at the edge of my senses calling to me, telling me that perhaps there is more to my life than being an abused gutter child.