I feel faint from the strain of the difficult magic I used. I pick up the small kitten and put it on my lap.
"Jay..." I say faintly. "I'm really tired from that. Is that normal?"
"Yep, that's totally normal. And, about my past...?" I say. "Alright... My parents were strange. My mom was rarely ever home, and my dad practiced some sort of black magic... One day, after ten terrible years making weapons for my dad to sell, he told me he was leaving. He cursed me, and it made my head hurt for days. He destroyed our house with some dark magic, and left me alone in a city. After a few days of the pain in my head, I noticed that there were two small silver things poking out of my head. They began to grow until after about two months they became gigantic... I had to work all day and all night to survive in that city, and when I finally had enough money, I moved here to Raycre."