Imagine that you were suddenly transported into your body with no recollection of the past.

You're told that you are an unholy mixture of White and Asian yet are accepted by neither. An attempt to create a master race that failed with long lasting side effects.

They tell you that you're called a hapa. You're told that your race has a predilection for mental illness and addiction. Certain of your race have gone insane in the past and even killed other people.

They soon release you into the outside World with the backpack of misery that they say you must carry. You look strange to the local population, they don't know quite what to make of you. You seek out the races of your origins but white people treat you like you're Asian, and Asian people treat you like you're White.

You look around and realize that there's nobody quite like you, you're utterly alone.

You come to a cross roads. Down one path, you can submit to your nature. Curse the cultists that created you and sit on the ground waiting for death, accepting a life of misery and solitude.

The other path steeps upward, it looks like a hard climb with jagged rocks along the way that'll hurt your feet. However, when you strain your eyes, you can make out a magical city. You can see other hapas! They're waving at you and beckon you forward!

With a steely look in your eyes, determination over takes you. You never asked for this life, yet here you are! The World shuns you, but you have just as much a right to happiness as any of them! They say that you don't fit in? IT'S THEM THAT ARE GOING TO HAVE TO FIT TO YOU!

You look around you and see other hapas around you, World weary from carrying their sacks on their backs. You smile as you realize you're not alone, you never were. You take off you packs of misery, it'll only slow you down anyway. The sins of your father are not your own, and you see no reason to carry them any longer.

You see the other races coasting along with ease, never knowing your burden; they'll never know your strength either. Together, you struggle up the steep pathway. Many stumble along the way, but there's someone there to pick you up. With a grim smile, you go on. it's hard. It'll make your victory all the sweeter.

You stride off into the sunset, the promise of a better tomorrow ahead of you.

The End.