Of The Forgotten

On my 18th birthday I was told I was from another dimension and could control electricity by a cyborg. Naturally, I should have ran away from him right away. But I didn't. I'm still trying to figure out if that was a mistake or not... Because within a course of a day following, I found myself on another world being told that I was suppose to lead a rebellion against the race that had enslaved their, I mean our, kind. The next day I witnessed my mother and sister being kidnapped and my real father die. Normal people would cry and talk about how unfair the world is. Normal people would lay in bed and moan about how cruel fate can be. Normal people would have rolled over and given up. But not me. I went on a mission to assaniate the king, recapture my family,and set my people free.