Hadrian Crare, or ‘Bean’ as he preferred to be called, was a young boy with brown hair and green eyes. He was small for his age, hence his affectionate nickname. Bean was a quiet kid. People thought that he was shy, but that wasn’t the case. It wasn’t that he lacked the courage to talk with his fellow classmates, it was that he didn’t want to. They were all nice, but he preferred to be alone.

Bean had a very unique personality. He was very smart and creative, but was also very lazy. If he didn’t want to do something, he would do the absolute minimum required to complete it. However, he could get very passionate about things. When he wanted to write a story for English class, he would focus and work on it for hours, going above and beyond everyone else.

One day, Bean came home and lay on his bed. He had completed his homework in school and he had nothing to do. He had already read his library books and had finished designing his dream house for art. It was time to find something else to be passionate about something else.

Bean looked around his room for inspiration. After several minutes of fruitless searching, he noticed something he hadn’t touched in years; a plastic figurine. Bean was going to make some figurines!

Bean didn’t know what they would look like, and he didn’t really care. He would make them and look at the end results later. All he needed was some wood and a chisel.

Luckily, Bean’s father had gotten it in his head that he was a master carpenter a few years ago, and had kept a few blocks of wood despite his complete and utter failure.

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Bean looked at the blocks. They were all approximately ten cm long and wide, and thirty cm tall. They were made of solid oak, undamaged with no flaws. He smiled. These would do.

Two hours later, Bean’s father came home from work to find Bean sitting on his floor, with a chisel in one hand and a pair of legs sprouting from a wooden cube in the other. He smiled knowingly. Bean would be occupied for a while, if the other blocks on his floor were any indication.

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Bean yawned as he checked the clock. His eyes widened; it was past 10, over an hour after his bedtime! He hurriedly put his project aside as he got ready for bed. He hoped his parents wouldn’t scold him. And he hadn’t eaten supper! Bean would be very hungry when he woke up.

The next couple days were very boring for Bean. He would spend the entire school day daydreaming about his figurines. He barely looked at his schoolwork, racing through it before staring blankly at his desk. As the day progressed, he would become more and more excited, until he came home and worked on them all evening.

After a week of this condensed work timetable, the figurines were complete. The first was an angel. She was approximately 22 cm tall. Her wings were unfurled and she had a smirk on her face, like she was going to dive bomb someone. She was incredibly beautiful. The second figurine was a 24 cm tall man with horns and a tail; a devil. He had a beautiful smile on his face, as if he was looking at a wonderful sunset. Where the angel looked mischievous, he looked kind. The last figurine was a humanoid dragon in armour. He was the tallest of them, being 27 cm tall. He gripped a holy sword in one hand and a rectangular shield in the other. He was a knight, the personification of justice.

Bean named his figurines, for obvious reasons, Angela, Lucifer and Draco. Once they were named, he stopped looking at their individual features and zoomed out. He gasped. His figurines were so well made they looked alive. He had captured their expressions perfectly. Angela was waiting in anticipation for something funny. Lucifer was looking at something beautiful. Draco was watching the two of them, declaring his protection of them. It was amazing.

Exhausted from his work, Bean lied on his bed and fell asleep almost immediately. In his last few moments before fading into unconsciousness, he could have sworn he heard a woman say “Where are we?”.