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Alexander Quin is strange, is what his classmates say. "He is always doing something, then drop it in a few days, whether it'll be studies or clubs."

His teachers don't know whether to laugh or cry in his face. He sometimes pay attention, asking millions of questions that it'll sometimes get annoying. And then in a day or 2,  he falls asleep in the same class that he was paying extreme attention toward. He always get full marks, if the subject interests him. The teachers don't know what to say.

So, Alexander is always friendless, he is someone different. And everyone knows it, even he himself knows it. In school, it usually passes like this, he goes to his first class 15 minutes early, alone. He pays enough attention to get a good grade. (His mother will kill him if his grades fall below 85%.) He does this to every class in school, arriving early with time to spare, paying enough attention to pass and then continue.

At lunch, he obviously sits alone, he eats lunch that he gets from school and reads something that captured his interest for the time being or do something, like writing poetry; that never gets boring for a long time. You just write something completely different each time you write poetry.

The only thing that he never gets bored of is fantasy, whether it's books, movies or games. You are free and can do anything in these magical worlds, but the rules in games is annoying, and books are what other "people" do, not himself. So, he even got a wooden sword for his 12th birthday, during that time he wanted to become a warrior. (He still practice with it.) He sometimes wishes that he is in a fantasy world, but he always gets out of this daydream, thinking thoughts like, these worlds aren't real.

Alexander is in the photography club, he is the one who always get the most awe-inspiring photos. One time he got a photo of a beautiful sunset. The one thing that was strange about it was how he got it, the angle and surroundings were strange if he captured it on ground. When his club mates asked about it, he said, "Oh, I just climbed on the side of a cliff and took it."

The nonchalantness his fellow club members dropped their jaws. He got the photo by climbing on a side of a cliff that was on the verge of collapsing! He is acting like it isn't dangerous. From that day on, the members stayed clear of him; they respect him, but was still weird out by his behavior.

The day at school passed like everyday, normal and boring. It was around 3 in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly above in this spring day, it was also very hot; the breeze was still, like it was holding its breath. Waiting for something. Then, the leaves suddenly rustled, and then from the back doors of the school; Alex walked out.

"God, it's so hot," I grumbled. I tried to fan myself with my hands to cool myself off. 'It is like 90 degrees! Well, it's May, and with global warming it is a given that it'll be hot.'  I snorted, 'I still don't like this stupid heat wave that has been going on for days.' I started walking toward my club room.

I was at the back entrance of the school, the backyard was neat, and tended, with large trees that were quite tall, it provided some shade, but not enough in the heat. The tall trees were young when the school was established, which shows how old the school is. At the back of the yard there was a large building, it was modern, made mainly by steel and glass. The building contains at least 15 large club rooms in each floor in its 3 floor self. I was going to my club, the photography club, that is located on the second floor.

I was about to open the large glass door when I feel a sudden pain in my chest. It almost felt like my heart is being pulled, no, the pain is felt behind my heart; it was a strange sensation. I stopped abruptly, stopping in the entrance way. I drew a ragged breath in, it hurt, badly. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down. But then, the pain suddenly disappeared. Relieved, I walked into the cool air conditioned building. The rest of the day, I was constantly thinking about the pain.  I was disturbed, I felt like something is very, very wrong.

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'I don't have any heart illnesses.... I wonder what that was?' I muttered.

I got home at around 6, club ended at 5:30, but it took 30 minutes to walk home from school. I creaked open the gate, entering the area that my house is resided in. My family isn't necessarily rich, but we are wealthy enough to have large walled house. My father is a businessman that is on a business trip right now, my mother is one of the doctors in the local hospital. They both are often at work, so my siblings and I are always alone with each other. My sister and brother are both responsible, so they didn't need me to look after them every hour or minute.

I came upon my house. It was a large Victorian styled house, with 5 rooms, which fitted my 5 member end household nicely. We had an extra bedroom, so we turned it into a room that I and my siblings often hanged out in. I walked on the stone pathway, I remember that when I was younger, I helped my father put this in. I smiled, remembering fond memories.

I entered my house, my feet echoed in the marble foyer. I looked around, puzzled. It was too quiet; my mother should be home by now, cooking a special dinner. She has Fridays off early. My siblings are always talking and chattering in the kitchen on Fridays, exited about what they were going to eat, which should bring noise toward the foyer. Suspicious, I looked around carefully.

'Tiffany isn't pulling a prank again is she?' I smiled, walking into the kitchen. No one was there,  a pot of water was still simmering, there is also a dropped spoon. I tilted my head, confused.

'Everyone in my family is always careful about these things, so why is the stove still on? It's dangerous!' I frowned, 'Is it my brother that was cooking? Plus there is a spoon on the floor!There was no way mother or Tiffany would do that, they would pick that up immediately, even if they are pulling a prank. They're both perfectionists.'

I continued searching all the bedrooms and bathrooms. Everything was neat, everything was normal, nothing was wrong. Finally, when I checked all the rooms in my house, I standed in the foyer, puzzled and confused. I said the question that is on my mind the whole time I was searching.

'Where is everyone?'

Then, I felt pain, horrible, terrible, agronizing, pain. I never felt anything in my life. I was crushed to my knees. Gasping I wondered, 'What the hell?' I trembled, trying to stop it.

The pain was, only in the beginning, only located  at my chest, then, in time, it slowly spread through my arms and legs. Where the pain went, a burning fire followed. After it, I couldn't move the places it touched. Panicking, I tried to stand up again, but by that time, I couldn't move my legs anymore. I fell on butt, desperate, I tried to move my arms now, but they too, were not mine anymore.

The pain soon grew unbearable, but I didn't allow myself to faint. 'Don't faint, don't faint, don't faint...' I chanted the 2 words like a lifeline. I breathed in and out, a technique my mother always says that'll calm me down.

"Breathe in and then out Alex, it always works." She, at that time, was smiling gently at him. He was young, around 6 years old when she had said that.

Tears started to leak out my eyes. 'Is this what happened to my family? What about father? Did he feel this? He is in New York after all...' My sight started to darken. Everything grew hazy from my tears and the pain made me to have dark spots in my vision. In the darkness I heard a whisper. A quiet voice that speaks for itself that it spend its time in the shadows of life.

"I'm deeply sorry about my brother, that fool..... Clumsy as always."

Alexander's soul was injured by the High God, Gregrath, the God of Dimensions. If somebody had their soul lightly touched by a person that isn't the Goddess of Life or the God of Death, their soul would be partly damaged. And the pain that comes from the touch would be immense, even more so is this person touched the soul with force more than a light touch. Added to the mix is that this person is a God who has power beyond imagine. So Gragrath's powers touched Alexander's soul, which creates even more pain. It'll be like spending in time in Hell. No one can imagine how much pain Alex is truly going through, not even the Gods.