I was born into a pretty poor family. We lived on the streets of New Orleans and were taught to fend for ourselves. One day, when I was 13, my family and I were scavenging for some thrown out food in an alley when the skies went black. I mean pitch black. The lights and windows of buildings exploded. Ships that once filled the sky were now falling to the ground. A few minutes later the skies cleared. We hid in the dumpster and checked back out once we heard this deafening noise. A ship appeared from mid-air. It just flew out of an invisible portal of some sort. My mom told me to run and that she would be right behind me. So I did. I ran for a couple of blocks before looking back to see my mother was not there. I started to call for her. No response. I decided to run back to find her. To this day this image still haunts me. A Fallen Captain standing over my mother's corpse. I screamed, "MOOOM!' The Fallen Captain looked over at me and raised his gun. He said something in his language, I don't know what though. That's when a gunshot blew him away. A Titan appeared from the side alley and put two more shotgun bullets into him. He asked if i was okay. I replied yes. He told me he knew a safe place so I went with him. I had no choice. As we ran away I looked back at my mother's corpse one more time. It was in that moment when a Titan appeared and saved my life I knew that I wanted to be just like him. To be a Titan. He took me to a safe haven where other Guardians and civilians were. He put me down and gave me some food and water.They heard more explosions pretty close by and went out to check it. H e told me he would be back soon. I never saw him again. There was a Warlock left with us just in case we became in danger. After 2 hours of the groups no return the Warlock decided to move us out thinking the Fallen would've been looking for us. So we moved out. He took us to a stashed away cruiser. We boarded but not before the Fallen reached us. The Warlock covered us in our desperate escape. Some of the refugees were shot and killed. I was lucky enough to board on before any harm came. The Warlock had coordinates programmed into the ships computer. We left without him. He sacrificed himself for our safety. The coordinates lead us to a Guardian base in Russia where we finally were safe for a while. It is here where I grew up and received my Titan training. But that is for another story at another time...