Grem's Game

My explanation:

This is a small side story I made a long time ago and lately it's been my entertainment in computer tech to type it. It's basically finished and I don't realy know if it makes any sense but it's 17 pages long in microsoft double spaced and 12 point font. If you ever get bored read through it, I found it entertaining.

Grem's Game:

Cold air crawls around my skin. The ground is hard and feels unfriendly underneath me. Who am I? I take in my surroundings seeing that I am in a small dank alley where no one was walking. The small cement road in front of me was wet and so was I, indicating it must of rained soon. I stand up and start searching for a large enough puddle to see a reflection of myself. As soon as I stand I notice a man in his 70s walking with a cane towards a house across the street. When I looked him directly in the face red numbers came to being directly above their head. They read “John Johnson, 342568727-00-00” strangely enough these numbers had meaning to me. I’m guessing his name must have been John; he was going to live 342568727 more years in the afterlife, had 0 more days to live as a mortal and the second 00 meant he would die by natural means. How do I know these things? I hear the man starting to trip over his own feet and I realize he is staring at me like I was a monster. When I looked over at him he was looking at right above my right shoulder. Turning my head I come to see a 6 foot pitch black feathered wing that seemed to give off a reddish glow. Well don’t I look sinister? No wonder the poor old man was having a heart attack. As the man collapsed, and since I could do nothing to help, I turned and found a puddle. Looking at my reflection I saw another reason an old person died just by looking at me. Looking into my reflection the first thing I noticed were bright blood red eyes. Dark eyebrows that gave the figure a rather devious look, and hair as dark as his wings that came to his eyes and the nape of his neck. Looking down I realized, I didn’t have a shirt on. My chest was developed like a great warrior. I wonder what I was before I lost my memory. As straightened up after leaning over the puddle I heard footsteps in an alley way about a half block away. There were 2 of them, and from the sounds of it they were barefoot. They moved in random spurs with swift feet, they must be hiding from something. Well, I guess I’m going to go say hi, see if I kill everyone that sees me. Would be a nice detail to know whether I kill everybody I meet. I head towards the light patter of their feet. When I walked I found that I could move across the ground without hardly touching the ground if I really wanted to but, in the end I decided against it to not draw too much attention to myself. Then again with my wings how can I not draw attention to myself? I then start trying to fold my wings in but they will move back and forth up and down but not fold in. Then a phrase popped in my head “Reverto ut animus of nex”. It was almost as if I had someone whisper it in my ear. Well, it was worth a try. Not out loud but almost as if in reply to the voice I thought in what I decided was a commanding tone in my head “Revert out animus of nex”. My sinister wings then dissipated into thin air. Thankfully this happened but a mere second before the people turned the corner to see me. They stopped in their tracks and evaluated me with an eye that said are you going to kill me? “Hello there!” I said taking a step towards them. The two were both filthy, drenched in sweat and looked like they hadn’t bathed in days. One of them was a man that looked to be in 30’s and had about 24 more years to live, how young to die as a mortal. The other was a woman; if she hadn’t been such a dirty tattered mess she may have been beautiful. I guessed that she was in her late teen’s, with bright fire like hair. Her emerald eyes showed light telling me these people were trustable people. The man, with his stern brown eyes and dark eye brows and black hair, seemed to be examining my well conditioned body and my strange appearance.

“What is your name stranger?” said the man; I saw his name was Leon.

“I do----,” without warning my body gave way and I felt myself falling to the ground then, darkness. When my eyes opened I found myself in endless nothingness. A being appeared in front of me, seemingly out of nowhere; it was in a long dark robe that was so large and billow like that I could not discern any shape to its body. The robe had a great dark long hood that concealed the strange beings face. Extending from both sides of the being were what must have been a 35 foot wing span of long darker then night wings.

“You are my son, and I am death,” rang a voice from all around me, sounding as sinister as the devil himself. “Grem is the name I’ve given you, and you must now represent me death, being my lineage it is your one and ultimate job, make me proud.” Before I had time to reply to anything he said I found myself opening my eyes and looking straight into emerald eyes.

“Are you okay?” said Alisa; this was her name.

“I’m wonderful, sorry for that before. I didn’t know who I was then but, now I know my name is Grem, I am the son of Death.”

“You’re trying to tell me that when you just barely fainted that you found out what your name is, not only that but that you are the son of death?” said Leon in a voice that implied he thought I deserved to be in a straight jacket. His remark irked me greatly,

“No, I did not try to tell you I did tell you or are you deaf?”

“You’re not very respectful of the people that just dragged you half a mile for your own safety.” He sneered at me in his own annoyance.

“Be quiet both of you, or do you want to alert a chaser?” said the emerald eyed girl.

“Chasers?” I have never heard of such things. Then again I don’t really remember anything, maybe I do know what they are.

“Within the last year a man that goes by Death has taken over the newly reformed US government. With this he has created many new laws that do not seem very just at all. To enforce this law he had an elite group of soldiers named JEO (Justice Enforcement Organization) take over police service. We call them Chasers because their more of bounty hunters with above normal ability to hunt down and kill.” Leon informed me in a rushed forceful, yet quiet, tone.

“We better move, hurry get up Grem.” Alisa said while lifting me to my feet. As we started to walk at a brisk pace to the north side of the alley we were in I asked Alisa

“Are these the guys you were running from when you ran into me?”

“Yes, we hardly have time to sleep. No matter how hard we try and hide they always find us some way or another.” Something about her tone told me she was worried. When I looked behind us there were 3 men clad in some kind of plated suit of armor that was tight to the skin, so tight in fact that the only way it would of fit is if they were personally made for each wearer. Something in my head told me it was a light material called Mitheral that was harder then steel and light as a feather. Knowing this I realized these people were trained to move fast and had accessories that probably gave them unfair advantages over us. Wait a moment, I hurry and grabbed Alisa and Leon by the arm and thrust myself through a window beside us into an old rusty store house.

“What did you do that for!?!” yelled Leon. “

They were coming to ambush us from the north I could hear them.” Leon eyed me skeptically, as if he didn’t believe me.

“As if it would be that easy to escape from us?” called a voice in a sneering yet powerful voice. Standing in the entrance of the store house were 3 chasers. Even before observing my new problems my mind sprung up with an idea. It was worth a try.

“Stand back Alisa and Leon.” I commanded. Alisa, dragging Leon with her, ran 5 feet behind me.

“Ostendo vestri pennae of vargo,” I cried out in a voice that did not sound like my own. Instantly my dark sinister wings formed into existence behind me. A little taken a back the 3 Chasers took a step back. Then the middle one, and evidently the leader said,

“Take him down.” Before they had time to do just about anything I shouted out,

“Orior oriri ortus incendia of abyssus quod engulf meus hostilis addo lemma ut suum nex!” Without completely realizing what I had said the earth around the chasers opened to reveal deep dark flaming pits. Out of the pits fire that had the white color of lightning and the ferocity of the waterfall shot up. Staying in air for a second it engulfed the chasers like a snake wraps and suffocates its food. I watched the chasers scream for a split second, for the next second they were nothing more than smoke in the air. Well that went rather well, I thought to myself. I turned around to find Leon and Alisa staring at me like I was some strange animal that may cook them and eat them at any given time.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I said, in a rather annoyed tone. What a good way of showing gratitude to me for saving their lives, not.

“What are you?” Leon stuttered.

“Um, I am Grem Son of Death, just like I said.” I retorted, rather irritated now.

“Well, how did you do that?”

“Um not exactly sure, the words just came to mind and so far my instincts haven’t failed me--”

“What exactly are these instincts?”

“I don’t really know.”

“If you are really a Son of Death wouldn’t you say your instincts are to bring about death?”

“Nah, right now, my instincts are telling me to go to this person that claims to be death and smash him. So actually in a way yes, my instincts are telling me to bring real death to somebody.”

“Stop it both of you, Grem obviously did that to protect both of us we should leave this place and get to safety.” Alisa said, still a bit shaken. Leon nodded in agreement, and started to walk towards the exit.

“So were exactly are we going?” I questioned Leon.

“Oh well, sounds like were headed to the capital of Anima.” Leon said. Maybe this was the start of Leon starting to believe me.

It’s been 3 weeks since we first left the place where Leon and Alisa discovered me. Since then I’ve had 6 moments where I go completely unconscious and see death again. I’ve learned that I have the ability to command most inanimate materials to do my bidding, and even mortals. Even though I haven’t tested such abilities it makes me feel much more secure. Throughout these visions Death reveals more of who I am and why I came to being. I found out I’m not literally biologically his son. Rather, he kind of broke a few rules and created me. I found out there’s life after death, and for that reason my father was destroyed because there was no need for him. So I was made by him to live on the legacy of death’s notorious name. I’m not exactly sure what I am going to do when I get to the capital, but so far my instincts have served me well. Throughout the past 3 weeks Leon and Alisa have become less of comrades and more like friends. It’s nice knowing I can trust someone besides myself. The only really disturbing thing still going on is wondering how I came to be here and why I had no memory of anything. Leon suggested maybe my father had completed creating me at this age and just dropped me off at the planet before he was exterminated. Something told me that wasn’t right. As we came to the top of a small hill Leon said, “If we don’t slow down we can reach the capital of Anima by afternoon tomorrow.”

“Do we just have to follow this trail there?” I said, referring to the dirt trail we had been traveling on the whole time that varied in size according to where we were. One thing I had not told my friends was that I did not need to sleep. Beside my short episodes where I saw death, I never felt tired or exhausted. With this in mind, I have a feeling the capital is going to become a battle ground when I get there. For the safest of my friends I plan to leave in the night and face this personage that takes the name of Death.

“Pretty much, there’s a few times when there’s cross roads but as long as we follow the signs it should be easy enough to get there now.”

“Ugh, I hate traveling.” Moaned Alisa, “Hopefully we can find some deserted house with a place to wash ourselves I feel filthy.” Sad little Alisa was the one that probably was suffering from this the most. There were a couple times where I offered to carry her but she always turned me down with a shy no. I didn’t understand why it would be that awkward. We had found, stolen, me a shirt and normal pants so it wasn’t much physical touch. Maybe there is something different about being a off spring of death that gives me different emotions.

“You alright Alisa, maybe we should make camp for the night?” I’m getting anxious to leave. Despite my feelings for Leon and Alisa, I’m ready to go and fulfill my only purpose I have.

“I suppose we can just go and camp in that small grove of trees over there.” Leon said. I could tell like he was totally doing it for Alisa’s benefit but, it was obvious he was tiring also. When we reached the small grove Leon started unpacking sleeping bags and things to start a fire. I had an idea. Thinking the phrase through twice I raised my hand and said,

“Organize vestri ut meus amicitia can sileo in pacis quod servo lemma ex totus periculosus in nox noctis dum res comfortable” Immediately the sleeping bags took themselves out of their sacks, splaying themselves neatly next to each other. The ground, which was previously, was rocky and bumpy. Flattened out and the ground seemed to soften. A small pit formed about 5 feet away from the sleeping bags and rocks rolled from around to surround the pit and flame burst in the newly created fire pit. Other things that I knew Leon and Alisa could not see were going on around their small camp that could stop a meteor from hurting them. As Leon swore under his breath, Alisa came over and wrapped her arms around me,

“That was so awesome!” Hugging Alisa back I said,

“What would you like to eat?” She backed away from me and thought for a second.

“I don’t really know, by chance could you make a bath?”

“Tribuo Alisa quis is votum.” Immediately after this a hole in a dome shape appeared in the ground with steaming water feeling its insides. “Will this do?” I asked Alisa, amused at her expression of complete wonder.

“Thank you so much!” She ran over and gave me a great big bear hug. Smiling I pushed her away,

“You better bathe before the water cools.” Alisa nodded in agreement then said, while blushing,

“Can you guys go and do something else; I’d like a little privacy.”

“Are you crazy you will be vurnera-----“Leon was saying as I cut him off.

“No it’s all right; in fact will stand as guards around camp, that way you’ll have privacy and be safe.” Leon eyed me, sensing my anxiety leave. It was obvious he hadn’t a clue why though. As we walked out of camp I started plotting a way to get away from Leon. Right before we separated to take different positions around camp I said to Leon, “I have a few things I need to do tonight, if I’m not back when Alisa is finished bathing, please just go to sleep without me. Do not worry about guard; I have set up a powerful ward around your camp. If anything comes to harm you the ward will do anything from burn them to death to warp them into oblivion.”

Leon, looking a little taken a back, just answered “Kay.” As soon as Leon was out of range of hearing or seeing me I instantly bolted towards the trail. I have never tried testing how fast I can move before, always just kept up with Leon and Alisa and considered myself good. Now, I was going to go all out. I found the harder I pumped the legs I could just go faster and faster, while never tiring. The scenery around me became a blur and all I concentrated on was following the trail. Looking ahead, seeing about half a mile ahead of me, I saw a large steel gate in my path and coming up fast. Placing my right foot on the ground and crouching down I calculated the distance the gate was from me and pushed off the ground. I zoomed through the air faster than time and was almost instantly facing the large steel gate.

At that moment it dawned on me that if I had gone alone and new a general direction of where I was going I could have gotten to the capital in less than a day. I did not regret going with Alisa and Leon though, their friendship and taught me much. Now it was my time to full fill my duty as the Son of Death and bring this fake to reality. With my last meeting with my father I learned that he had given me his scythe “Hell Reaper”. Looking at the steel wall I saw no gate or way in. I suppose I will just have to make one myself. The wall looked like it was about 10 feet thick. In the back of my mind I realized this large wall was probably the doing of the fake death. What capital of a great country hides itself? It’s not the way of people. People are prideful and would rather flaunt what they have then kept it secure. The place wasn’t a city any more, it was a prison. It is time to truly test my power as heir to Death’s legacy. “Existo Existo Abbysmus Messor!” I chanted into the night air. Then I bent over and plunged my hand into the ground. The ground moved away like water does when you hit it, rippling and cracking. As a hole formed in the ground I saw a glint of blood red. As if reflex, my hand grabbed at the glint with surprising agility and precision. My hand came around a cool smooth surface; feeling like it belonged and should have always held onto this object. With a great heave I pulled up shatter the ground around where I was standing. Out of the ground I pulled a scythe worthy of its name, Hell Reaper. As soon as the sinister weapon was clear, the ground melded back together taking the same exact appearance as when I first got there. Hell Reaper was made up of a long blood red metal pole that was slightly curved. Across the pole was many engraving of skulls and other symbols that represented death. Its blade was bone white with large engraving across its surface. My inner-self told me it was the script of the creators and spelled out the wicked blades name Hell Reaper. Its blade, if straightened without its curve, probably was 12 feet long. When I held the blade parallel with myself it was about ¾’s of my height.

“What the- HURRY! Sound the alarm! We’re under attack!” Cried what appeared to be a chaser at the top of the great steel wall. In about 3 seconds an alarm that sounded much like a fire trucks horn sounded. Without uttering a word of command my large devilish wings came into existence behind me. I took a great leap and jumped the 50 feet to land on top of the wall next to the man who had called out.

“Haha, idiot mortal!” the words came out as if I had no control over my mouth, “I haven’t even attacked yet.” The man, being well taught to strike without fear, took out a katana that was about 4 and ½ feet long and lunged towards me in silence going for the kill. Lightly stepping aside, I swung Hell Reaper in a small arc. The young chaser quickly regained his footing and turned to me holding up his sword which, he quickly noticed, was nothing more than a sword hilt. “I am not here to kill you, if you leave now and lead the other chasers away I will not have to kill any of you.”

Hesitating for a second the man threw the sword hilt to the ground and reached for his gun. After taking it out of its resting place he threw it off the side of the wall.

“Consider yourself lucky I was the guard that you encountered. Many of the other guards have fallen to this corrupt government and follow it like slaves. I will do my best to lead us away but they will probably soon find out of my betrayal and that’ll be my demise. The capital building is in the direct center of town it’s hard to miss it. Please bring our leader down.”

“May you have good fortune in the after life, I hope to meet you there. Perhaps then I can more fully thank you, what is your name?” My gratitude was sincere.

“I am Samuel of Genera.” He said, hesitant to give out his name. I am glad he trusts me with such a thing as his name. I had a feeling giving out his real name was braking a rule. The sad thing is I already knew his name; it was right above his head in glowing red letters. I also could see his fears were true because of these red glowing figures, he was going to die today.

“If you are ever in the Balance, go to the capital and ask to see Grem The Son of Death giving them their name. Maybe then I can more fully thank you.” Nodding he walked away. I wish I could of seen his face but the Chasers armor covered every part of their body, including a dark black visor that covered their face, so I could only guess what emotions was going through the poor boys body. Well, I suppose it’s back to business.

I ran forward and jumped 20 feet in the air from the wall turning myself to the wall in midair. Taking Hell Reaper in both of my hands I prepared to hurl it at the great wall. “Utor vestri vox hereditas ex filiolus quod eradicate is turpis parietis.” I whispered the moment before I threw my father’s weapon at the wall. As I let go of the blade it spun in full circles straight at the wall with unreal precision for such a great weapon. When Hell Reaper’s blade hit the wall it sunk into it doing nothing but sitting there for a millisecond then a white flame, a orange and red color around its edges, came into existence in a circle around where the blade punctured. The flames quickly, in less than a second, infested themselves across the entire wall. When I had thrown Hell Reaper I was about 60 feet in the air, when I hit the ground crouched and leaning forward balancing myself with one hand the entire wall had become nothing more than small bits of ash and large clouds of smoke floating to the heavens. Hell Reaper burned into existence in my hand a few moments after I had landed. I remember my father speaking of how the weapon would always return to my side. His exact quote was “It’s a faithful weapon and will stand next to you to your demise.” Lifting my eyes I saw what Sam was saying when he said ‘it’s hard to miss’. The capital was a large white building with a façade that had great pillars and many windows. This is where I must go. I started running towards the capital. Weaving around people in the roads and using the buildings like a gymnasium to move around. Looking ahead of me I saw large groups of guards that looked much like the chasers all around the capital.

They looked a bit more menacing then normal chasers. All of them had unique weapons and all looked like they had seen their share of combat. In one of the many alleyways I used the walls to jump to the top of one of the buildings. I paused for a moment at the top of the building and stepped to the side as a silver bullet flashed by me. Instantly my vision focused on a man in a third floor window in the capital. A sniper, it would be a comfort if I could remove such a threat quickly. As I raised my hand to call out a command to eliminate my foe I faltered. My vision dimmed and I, as if in second person, saw my body falling to the ground. I realized, since I never slept, I must have been fainting and would hear from my father again.

I found myself in the same empty nothingness with Death in front of me. “Father, if we could please make this quick, my body is under attack.” I sputtered out before he started talking.

“Do not worry my son; it is impossible for a mortal to cause any real harm to your body.” It was possible to believe, I have never been hurt yet. “Besides this fact I wish to tell you one simple thing.” He paused as if debating something. “You are going to regain all your memories after an hour exactly from when you wake up. After that everything will become very clear. I am glad that you played this game of yours though, gave me a chance to see you. Please make me proud.” As he said that I found my eyes opening.

What they opened to was not the most pleasant of things. I was sitting on a hard cold floor. When I looked around me I appeared to be in a big transparent blue box. At the top corners of this cube were small white star shaped objects. They appeared to be what was creating my prison. After studying my surroundings for 2 and ½ minutes (57 minutes 30 seconds left) I configured the walls were concentrated electric waves. If I were to touch the walls I would be shocked. I decided that the best way to get out was to just trying ways of getting out. Being who I am I’m not exactly normal and probably can get out of here.

Well, the first thing to do is the idiot thing. Try and open it with my hands. Balling my hand into a tight fist I pull my arm back and swing forward. I expected to feel a sharp pain of electricity coursing through my body when I touched the electric wave instead my fist broke through it. Where I hit shattered like glass. I was a little confused, I could see where the electricity was trying to enter into my skin but it just skidded around it like a thousand little spiders. After realizing I had already found a way out of my prison I plunge my other hand through the electric wave directly next to my first. I turn my palms out and shove out, the whole electric cell shatters and I am standing in the middle of a large dreary room free. This whole ordeal took 3 minutes and 30 seconds (54 minutes). At the far end of the room there is a metal door. I quickly open it finding a long staircase. 3 steps at a time I sprint up it. I know, now, my only hope to still have the element of surprise is to act quickly and find this fake death and destroy him.

I arrive to the top of the stairs in a matter of seconds. The hall that I get into is long and has about 50 doors. I didn’t realize from the outside how large this building really is. There’s only one thing to do now, go in every room.

(5 minutes left) I have probably opened about a million doors. Moving faster than the guards could see, I knew this because I ran straight in front of a few of them and they didn’t notice me, I have opened doors for 49 minutes. Of course, I realized this should have been common sense, I have arrived to the last door in the entire building at the very top of the building. There were 2 guards on both sides of the door. I ran straight past them and burst into a great round room. In the center of the room there was nothing more than a large throne and a boy sitting in it. He must have been no older than 16 or 17. Before he had noticed me he looked rather bored and now that I was in here his face lightened up as if I was scheduled to be there for entertainment. He was about 6 feet tall with the strangest characteristics. On the top of his head he had what had to be a mix of fox and cat ears. His eyes and long narrow pupils like a cat but were a bright gold. When he smiled at me his teeth were more like a canines and his tongue was forked like a snakes. His hands were elegant but his nails looked more like claws then human nails.

“Now who might you be?” he said while taking in my large wings and strange red eyes.

“I am the real death, and I am here to show you why you should not take the name of my father.”

“Wait wait, now you’re confusing me. You said you are death, then said to not take the name of your father? That does not make sense.”

“In truth I am the Son of Death but, I am entrusted with his name and his legacy. This legacy includes eradicating a faker like you.” I realize that I have a mere 30 seconds tell my memory returns.

“Haha, Son of Death, you are in my domain and you are my prey!” 28 seconds left. I run at him, Hell Reaper burning into existence in my hand. It was obvious he had both underestimated me and had no clue how I did what I just did, 23 seconds. As I charge at him he claps his hands together and as he spreads them apart lightning sparks to life between his two hands. Normally I would have backed off but after my experience with my jail cell I had little fear of whatever he could hit me with.

He lifts his hands palm up to me and the sparks start flying at me in large bolts of electricity. Unlike before, I can actually feel it when the lightning hits me but I also can tell it’s not piercing my skin.

“What are you? Any other person I have hit with that high of voltage has turned to nothing more than a mangled corpse.” Now it was obvious, he was very confused, 5 seconds. The next things that happened happened in no more than 1 second; Reaching his hand back the faker grabbed his large metal throne as soon as he touched the throne the entire thing morphed into a large claymore, while this was going on I was beginning to swing Hell Reaper in an wide arc with the hope of cutting him clean in half. When I swung him barely but expertly moved back a few inches dodging me, 1 second. I close my eyes and all my memory returns.

What!?! Who would of that I would be some humble wimp when playing my game? Yes, my name is Grem Son of Death. What I did not know is I have been alive for over 3 billion years. The other thing I did not know is that this was nothing more than a game for me. I saw a small mortal planet where someone was posing as Death. To make it more interesting I had my friend, Xander, block all my memories. We both knew that when my father created me he built in an automatic defense system that would ensure my memory would eventually return no matter what Xander would have done.

What really disappoints me the most is I never realized how powerful I really am. I turn to the faker and read his name is Clix, with no last name. “Well Clix, I hate telling you this but I’m afraid the fight is over.”

“Are you mocking me Son of Death?”

“No, merely just stating the truth. You see up tell this moment, my memory of my life has been hidden from me. Now that it is back I know you’re just as easy for me to kill as an ant.” After hearing this Clix looked furious. His golden eyes seemed to burn with hatred. Lifting his giant sword he had morphed out of his throne, extremely impressive a mortal could lift such a thing; he took a step towards me. Before his foot came in contact with the ground he found himself lifted in the air. The funny thing is, if I ever would of pushed myself at all I would have figured out how fast I can really move. Without flinching Clix swings around the great sword at my head despite my grip around his neck. What would have appeared to a quick sharp movement is so slow to me it almost looks like it’s stopped. Grabbing his sword with my left hand, I wrench it out of the fake death’s hands and fling it directly at the wall. Its blade sunk straight into it making it look like a clothes hanger coming out of the wall.

Just before I flex my hand and break his neck I think about his features again. So many different animal characteristics; not to mention I had already seen him morph 2 different elements. Then it hits me. Can it be? This mortal is what has been said to be what would be called the God Race. The God Race referred to the perfect mix of the evolved races on the planet Earth. I heard the tale from the famous Assassin Kronos Payne. He said that every time to clans (races) mix the person is naturally inclined to violence and pride. If that mix of a race had children with a different race then either of his parents his child would be both more destructive and more powerful. I could not remember the exact number of races but every single one I could think of resembled this mortal in one way or another. Kronos claimed that the God Race was supposed to have supreme power. Enough power to even do something like create a new element. All the pieces fit together; from his extreme power as a mortal, and to his power to rule the world as an alone 17 year old boy. I have found the first child of the legendary God Race.