Banshee? No, an ogre!

It's no use, I'm going to die soon... I know that better than anyone...' Oog, my boy, I really hate to leave you like this... I have so many things I want to say to you...' Although. I've been expecting this day for a long time. I still feel sorry - sorry that I can no longer be by my child's side and see him grow. ... My name is Heemino Naiad. The shaman of my tribe gave me this name, which roughly translates as 'human-like being' - a human-looking fellow. Yes, I am not human. I am an ogre, an ogre that looks human and is a bit special. Before I met this child, my ogre life was full of failure - I was lost from the moment I was born. Roar, only one head, Chief,' were the first words I heard before I even opened my eyes - the words of the shaman who delivered me. Rong... too small,' was the dismissive comment of my father, the chief of the ogre tribe. For an ogre, having few heads is a bad thing; extra heads can help with spellcasting and enhance vision, but having only one head means that I will never be able to master double casting, and perhaps... even spellcasting. Of course, having only one head doesn't mean it's useless. Many ogre warriors have one head, including my one-headed father. He is an ordinary and powerful one-headed ogre warrior. But I have too many eyes. Not one eye... Can this child really do it? The clan shaman sighed with regret. I don't know why they have such high expectations of me... Why did the clan shaman sigh with regret? It's because for ogres, one-eyed humans have a better chance of becoming powerful warriors... This is because our ancestors were powerful Cyclopes. All monsters know that the closer they look to their ancestors, the purer their bloodline. For example, my patriarchal father, who is a few circles larger than his peers. One head, two eyes... How pathetic. This meant that I could never become a good ogre hunter or a powerful ogre mage... And it turned out just as I had feared. Ogres respect strength, and a weak creature like me was destined to be lowly and a 'waste'. Even though my father was the head of the clan. The reason for all this was probably that my mother was a human. Even though I only saw her once, and even though she gave me such a weak body. But I don't hate her... After all, she was just poor food that lived a little longer than expected. At that time... I had just opened my eyes and saw her at once among the ogres. She wasn't whimpering like the other food. The pity and relief in her eyes... Those were complex emotions that ogres would never show. Perhaps that was the reason. I became curious about humans and their language. But it didn't change anything. I was born much smaller than my kind, and compared to the others I was more like a human and 'food' than an ogre. The only thing that could prove my identity was my dark blue skin... Without it, I would have been eaten by my clumsy kind long ago. Ogres like me should be abandoned. But, probably, maybe... it was because I was the clan leader's child. Keep it for now. Amidst the sounds of disgust and disapproval. I survived... And grew up a little in this ogre tribe; they probably still had a glimmer of hope for me. Unfortunately, they were to be disappointed. Weakness became my name, and in the end... I could not shake off this ridiculous label. Because even many of the later generations were stronger than me - I stopped growing when I was 1.8 metres tall. This completely ended my hopes of becoming an ogre warrior. When the clan's shamans repeatedly confirmed that I could not inherit the clan's shamanic magic, I was finally cast out. After all, I was really useless. Fortunately, as an ogre, I was still stronger than a goblin; with constant learning and dodging, I didn't die in the Demon Forest. But as a human-looking ogre, I was destined to be treated badly, and almost all races rejected me. Including the human explorers. Who has ever heard of an ogre being a synonym for bloodthirsty brutality? And this ogre looked so much like a human... Even though I obviously hadn't done anything wrong - I understand, I'm an outsider, I can't integrate into the ogre community and I can't become human either... Slowly, loneliness surrounded me, and in that moment, I suddenly realised... Having a wisdom that surpasses your peers can also be a curse. ... Fortunately, as an ogre, I have a strong ability to adapt. After being excluded from society day after day, year after year, I've gradually gotten used to it, except that I don't know when I'm going to die. I envy the beautiful and graceful elves... I envy the united goblins. I envy the strong minotaurs. I also envy the powerful and civilised human professionals. Unfortunately, in the end, I am just an ogre, a mongrel ogre who has never eaten a human; I am neither human nor pure demon, and I please neither side. Unless something unexpected happens, I should just continue to live in a daze until I grow weak and die at the hands of demons or humans... But then an accident happened. I found a child, a human child. I found the child in a village that had been sacked by the goblin king. As usual, after they had finished plundering, I went in to take whatever I could use - it was one of the few times in my uneventful life that I had any kind of harvest. I was cleverer than the goblins, after all; what they didn't see was my treasure. It wasn't much, but sometimes I could find a few things, and that made me very happy. It was on this day that I had an encounter. In a cleverly concealed compartment in the floor, I came across a child who looked as if he had been born only a few days before. If it hadn't been for his cries, I would never have noticed him. How pitiful... Those were my first words, probably because I saw myself in the child. Then I looked at the little child. I had never hunted a human being with my own hands, never tasted the flesh of a living human being... After all, I was an ogre and he was a human, so it was only natural that I should eat him. At that moment, my mouth was wide open. But in the end, reason prevailed. Because I knew that this was not a good place to eat. Maybe, maybe. It was probably because I heard the child say 'mummy' that I heard this word - it means 'mother' in human language. This child was as pitiful as I was, having lost his mother since childhood. In the end, after searching for a while, I left the dilapidated little village with the child. I don't know what came over me, but in the end I didn't eat the child and I even raised him. Maybe it was because he was the only creature who smiled at me without disgust. Maybe it was because I needed someone to keep me company. In this forest full of magical creatures and monsters, he would become an outsider, just like me. I'm very weak, and it's hard enough to feed myself with my usual prey. So to take care of this child, I can only pretend to be human and venture into human towns to trade the things I collect. This forest is very large, and there are often young apprentice practitioners who die in this area. Many of the things on their bodies are useless to monsters and aliens. But I know that they can be exchanged for a currency called money. So, intentionally or not, I collect the things they drop, even if I can't read some of them. Now this collection of things has finally done its job. Fortunately, I succeeded... For this child, I traded it for food, and in the process, I gradually learned the human language. I don't know how much I lost in the process, but the child survived, which is enough. Isn't it? I understand that this process is dangerous, but for some reason, when I see this child smile, I feel that it is worth it. It's not that I have saved this child, it's that this child has saved me... Maybe I only exist for him. ... Father, why do we have different skins? Whenever the child asked me this, I always remained silent. 'Ogre...' I whispered the child's name - which meant 'ogre' in human language, and was the ogre's communication growl to those who did not understand ogre language. Because I am an impure ogre and you are a human child...' I explained to the child. Actually, I didn't want to tell the child the truth. But I knew that one day we would part... and I couldn't delay it. I had already paved the way for his future. The Church of Truth in the West was very good, and they often adopted strong children. Perhaps I could use the wealth I had accumulated to enrol the child in a magical academy, if he had the talent... He should not and could not become an outsider like me; my birth was a complete mistake, but this child was not. That is why I have always taught him in a human way... Father, why do you say that I am a human child? The little child asked me curiously. The little ogre is curious about everything, which is a good thing. You are not my biological child, Ogre, I just found you. Even though Ogre doesn't understand, I have to tell him the truth. He must be human, not an ogre like me... But he's still too young and too sweet, and I care about him, so I can't let him go. Well, that must be it. Just wait a little longer... 'Then can I still call you dad...' 'Of course you can, my boy. Og always does what's right, and it breaks my heart... I also found out what the crest on Og's side means - the Kaixin family. It seems to be a very powerful human force from a distance. I just don't know why it's here in such a remote place. ... Father, look what I caught. Ogg, I told you not to go outside! That was the first time I ever lost my temper with my child because it was so dangerous out there... So much so that I completely ignored the beautiful blue butterfly my child was showing me... I made him sad... ... Ogg, look what I brought you. I picked up a magic rabbit and smiled as I showed it to Ogg. I had brought it as compensation. Sure enough, the little guy seemed to like it. Wow, it's fluffy! Oog was strong, so I wasn't worried that he wouldn't be able to control a magical rabbit. 'Father, is that dinner? 'Er...' At that moment, I realised that I was probably still a bit different from humans... Maybe I should teach my child not to follow in my footsteps... Let's start by teaching him to love! This is my companion for you, Father. While I'm away, it will keep Og company for me. Life goes on, and I can't be by Og's side all the time. Although it sounds a bit magical for an ogre to teach a human, I think I can do it. When Oogie gets a bit older, I'll send him off to learn to read. He's growing up fast and he's very clever. 'So there's no food in it...' In the end, Oogie accepted the rabbit, but I don't think he's really interested in having a pet... Of course there's food in it. Look what it is! 'Wow, it's sweets.