They never said they hated me.They didn't scream, or strike, or exile me.
They did something worse.They stopped seeing me.
I lived in their house. Ate their food. Sat at their table.But to them, I was already gone.
That's the funny thing about being ignored for too long—eventually, you stop trying to be noticed.And you start listening instead.
To what they hide.To what they fear.To what they never meant for you to discover.
This is not a story about fitting in, or begging for love.This is a story about becoming something they can no longer ignore.
If you're reading this, maybe you've felt it too—that hollow ache of being forgotten.If so… welcome.You're not alone anymore.
Now, let me show you what happenswhen the forgotten son decides to build an empire.
— Elias Kael