A/N from now: A poem. Not very good. Leo's life story.

When Leo was a child,

An eight-year-old little boy,

He didn't mean to burn up,

He didn't mean to destroy.

But Gaea meant to kill,

To tear apart his home.

It was she who wanted fire,

To make Leo all alone.

The years have passed, he's happy now.

He's finally got a home.

But sadness still sweeps over him

whenever he's alone.

He's good with machinery,

But people? Not so much.

When people break or die,

Not even Leo's magic touch

Can save a living being

From the pain and fear of death,

So Leo improvises.

He gives his final breath.