This is my submission for the contest.

There once lived a shadow with no name. He drifted with the wind all around the village. All though he looked scary, he was a soft and nice creature. One day the blacksmith asked him, "do you have any family?" The shadow didn't know. The blacksmith continued " Is there even any of your kind?" The shadow didn't answer because he didn't know. He thought to himself, "If i'm the only one, then aren't I the god of my kind?" The shadow thought positively and crowns himself the god of the shadows.