Ezra

"Who are you? What are you? Your very existence itself a paradox. Your kind once rejected a long time ago. Who are you? What are you? Your very existence itself is blasphemy. Your kind an enigma that defies the law of identity. Day, and night. Hot, and cold. Where the Morokai are, the Deva cannot be, for one would surely drive the other away. But you my child, are both. To the world you are an anomaly; an aberration—to the world you are a monster. And if this world judges you, a creation borne of love, to be execrable... then a monster such as you is exactly what this world needs. Spread your wings my child, and let the people see who you truly are. Show them. Hold your head up high, and never be ashamed of the horns upon your head. Show them. Let your actions define you, not your looks. Show them. Show them that we all have a heart and a soul. Show them that we are all equally capable of happiness and sorrow. Show them that the monster they thought you were isn't so different at all. You have a long and difficult road ahead my child, but it is one you will not journey alone. I have no doubt that you will one day find someone who will acknowledge you for who you are, not what you are. Know for a fact that you're never alone, and that you can always count on me whenever you need me. In the name of love and peace, this I promise you."