Alex, a mid-adolescent boy, was out for a walk one summer's day.

He had a single mission today that separated this boring day from the last few boring days.

He wanted an ice cream, one of soft vanilla and chocolate fudge drizzle from his favourite ice cream shop on the corner of his street. He had enough change finally and nothing could stop him from getting this ice cream.

The sun beamed down rays of hot heat. The cool breeze from the coastal winds made his mouth water for the ice cream even moreso. He needed that cold treat more than ever.

Alex hopped onto the sidewalk. The shop wasn't really too far. He would have to decide to walk on either the grass lawn or the warm concrete but either one would take him to his sweet paradise, Ice Cream Kingdom.

Alex decided the sidewalk. It was built for walking on and his shoe was torn at the front so his foot acted like a shovel digging into grass and soil, which made his socks dirty.

He placed a foot forward on the solid sidewalk. Everything was good so far. He made his first step towards his ultimate goal today. Alex took a second step forward.

Looking down, Alex watched as his foot sunk in, just slightly, into the solid sidewalk like stepping into a deep puddle of murky grey sidewalk water.

'Was it wet cement?' he thought, 'It couldn't be. It felt solid a second ago.'

Alex placed his other foot forward, watching as it dipped deeper into the solid concrete. His entire leg began to sink, followed by his other leg.

For a brief moment, he felt weightless on the cement, suspended, and free of gravity.

Alex struggled to pull himself up out and away.

'How could this be happening?' he thought, 'Death by liquid sidewalk.'

The sidewalk began pulling him in, sucking him through the floor.

Alex disappeared, vanishing within a mere moment.

Falling through the floor, Alex tumbled deeper and deeper through the Earth, towards what had to be the core of the planet.

'No, no, no, no no no no...!" he shouted as he tumbled downwards into the pitch black abyss.

The sounds of someone tapping on glass awoke Alex from his nightmarish dream.

Alex gasped, looking at his pants and shoes for wet cement, but they were clean.

"This boy possesses no desirable attributes at all." said a voice.

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Alexander looked around, finding himself in a cube-shaped room. The room had no doors, just clear windows, a desk and a chair. The cube-shaped room appeared hovering in the center of a bigger room. The cube room was surrounded by men and women in fantasy clothes with floating pens and paper. They bickered to each other and argued over the contents on the floating books at their side.

Alex wasn't sure if they were even human. It was hard to make out details from inside the glass cube room.

"His stats are far too low for our standards." said one of the beings.

"He's completely unremarkable and undesirable," said another.

"I have feelings, you know." said Alex to the beings surrounding his cube room.

A being approached closer to the glass and looked Alex up and now.

"The boy has one arguably high stat. Luck. He was chosen for this, was he not?" said the closest being, with his hand pressed against the glass cube.

Alex placed his hand on the glass, against the Scholar's hand.

'Is this what he wanted me to do?' thought Alex, confused and disoriented by the situation.

"See. Look how stupid this one is," said one of the females, "He's trying to touch Master Dorrell's hand just now. He doesn't realize their is a barrier in between."

Alex sighed, taking his hand away from the glass window.

"It's not worth training one of them for a stat like Luck, even if it is high." argued another.

"Let me out of here!" shouted Alex.

Alex looked on the desk in the cube room to see a review card.

Was this the stats that they were talking about?

Alex folded the card and put it in his jeans pocket beside his phone.

He was more worried about escaping this dungeon then looking at some imaginary point system.

The closest Scholar looked at Alex one last time and then turned to his colleagues.

"Aerendel Cloud Academy will take him. I see a use for him," said the Scholar.

"As you will," said the others.

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Alex awoke in a booth at the ice cream shop, with ice cream in hand.

"That was strange," said Alex looking at the ice cream in his hand.

'There's no way  I dreamt that,' he thought, licking his ice cream.

The ice cream was as delicious as he thought it would be.

Alex closed the door of the ice cream shop as he was left.

It really was the perfect day for ice cream. It was hot and not a cloud in the sky.

Alex stood on the grass. He couldn't trust sidewalks anymore, even if it was a dream. Not after falling through it and teleporting to a magical place where Alien Scholars judged him like as if he was a mutt in a dog show.

Licking his soft vanilla ice cream, Alex watched as clouds rolled in off of the mountains in the distance, approaching his town.

"It's going to rain, isn't it." sighed Alex, "Of course on the day I get a cold treat."

The clouds rolled in over the bright sun, blanketing the town in cotton ball clouds.

As the thick clouds blew overhead Alex began to feel weightless. It was the same feeling he felt when he fell through the concrete sideway into the Alien prison.

"Oh no. Not the magic again!" he shouted, "No, no, no, no no no no..."

His feet lifted off of the grass lawn, slowing hovering upwards into the air towards a bright blinding light.

Alex watched as his ice cream remained in place, hovering below him in the exact spot he was holding it before he began magically floating.

"No! At least, at very least let me bring the ice cream! I paid for it. I paiiiiddd for iiit!" shouted Alex as the clouds sucked him into the sky at intense speeds.

"I don't want to die!!!" screeched Alex as a magic force pulled him into the skies.