Editing User:The Young Wanderer

Once upon a time, there was a boy with a strange heart. It wasn't black like the heart of the witch. It was empty. He was denying The keeper, but not the way witch was doing. He knew how people still others pain to pour it and make themselves stronger. so he isolated himself for a long time. But, There were those who had hope, gave him doubts. Was he wrong, doing this? He was safe from the pain, but he wasn't happy either. He started to know people. His passion to feel their desire grew more and more and he found himself, dependant, on his friends. But he never forgot the existence of the Keeper. It was his biggest fear. He knew someday, He will be consumed by the tower. but he resisted. He wanted to feel the joy as much as he could. He wanted others to be safe from the tower. so he started to absorb their pain in order to make them feel less pain. He eventually got addicted to the pain. He found two flowers on the way. One was pure and one was damaged. He managed to save the damaged one from the tower but lost the other one. He became mad. his heart blackened, but he never showed that to anyone or the damaged flower. He wanted to save both flowers. the second one is now in The keeper's hands. Madness took his control. He and his heart became unstable. He couldn't control all the pain he had. He was affecting his flower and others. He was spreading the Blackness. He knew he shouldn't do that so he left a message and left them behind. He had hope in them. They shouldn't get infected by his heart. He went to travel. after years of feeling guilt and pain. He became a myth. The young wanderer.