You were the embodiment of being manipulated, your soul's vessel was that of a small child, strings attached to your back like a puppet, they used to move alot, forcing you to do awful things, now they only move when your being manipulated. You don't know how old you are, it's been atleast thousands of years. The embodiment of wisdom was watching from afar, slowly approaching you Hello little one.. what's your name? he asked, something about you peaked his interest