Glaive was wandering around the outskirts of the city, not knowing how long he could keep this up. He was a hybrid and like most, if not all, hybrids he was shunned from society. The people of the city looked down upon these genetic monsters. Two different animals combined into one like chimeras. They defile the very fabric of nature with their presence.<br/><br/>Some people have said the outskirts are like a desert devoid of sand. Glaive started walking out there past the downed power lines. The twisted shapes of the old metal towers contrasted with the dark sky. He walked out to one that was mostly still standing. When he got there he looked up at it as if it were a monument that deserved to be worshipped. This was the spot that changed his life. The spot where he was accepted into his first mission a long time ago. It amazed him how much things had changed since then. He would have climbed up it if it weren't so rusty.<br/><br/>He was forced out of his former place of residence. He kind of burned it down accidentally. He was testing out his electrical powers, trying to hone his skills. A lone spark hit some exposed wires and things went catastrophic from there. Glaive rested his body against the tower and dozed off with one eye open.