The Rise of Iternia

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The night has a clear sky overhead as Samual James, aged 15, exits his

house in search of a nice route to take his evening walk. As he exits the house he looks up at the sky, and mutters to himself how angry his family makes him, and that as an only child he has the misfortune of having to deal directly with his parents frustration and have no one to talk to (in his household) about how angry it makes him. He didn't have any friends either because he was new to the town of Snowyvale and (being the fact it is the month of August) because school hasn't started yet. He would have to admit being a little nervous about a new school, but it seems normal to him to change schools (his family moves a lot) because his father was in the military and he gets sent all over the county and his family has to go with him. So all in all pretty much the usual stuff.

The air was crisp and a little cold as it whiped against his face, so he pulled his track jacket closer to his face (he liked wearing a lot of zip up like sweaters and jackets). He was thinking to himself that the walk would be a lot nice if it wasn't always so cold here, but alas there was nothing he could do about it. So alas he continued walking. At least the stars were out, he always had a facination with the sky and more so the sky at night. The stars always made him feel better, like little lights meant to light the way to his final destnation.

The walks were also a great time for Sam to think about what was to come, becuase as was said before he was starting a new school in the next few weeks and had probably a million questions going thorugh his head at ones; Will others like me? Will I be able to make friends? Will I like the new school? He was very soon to find this kind of stuff out. Aside from thinking about what was to come it also gives him time to relfect on past experiences, the other schools he went to, the friends he made, the experiences he had, they were all pretty good. But you can't count the new school out, the wind of change can sometimes be fruitless, and that was what Sam was most worried about.

After the nice, long refreshing walk, Sam returned home to the minor chaos, where there were boxes everywhere with some of them open and some of them closed, some with names on them and some of them without names.