I have always been special, since the day I was born. Everyone kept telling me that I was different. Being special was normal for me, and I've lived my life trying to avoid danger as much as possible for the sake of this day. I don't really remember the day my mother and father died. I no longer feel sad or lonely about that. I figured everything would be fine, even if I was taken away from everyone and assimilated. That no matter how hard it was, it would stop feeling sad and lonely some day. But...
Haku, listen. I don't remember this, but my mom told me about it. Once when I was little, I fell in a river. Now it's all built over. It flows underground. But I just remembered. The river was called... it was called the Kohaku River. Your real name is Kohaku.