The first day at a new school is usually the hardest. Not many people remember their first day but Anubus did. It was the worst day of his life. That was, thus far. Growing up he always believed that the stories his father told him about the worlds and the people he had visited were to be taken with a grain of salt. Never once really seeing any sort of magic, it was all just fairytales in his eyes. And so just like every other fairytale he discarded and forgot them. Anubus was the one of the most analytical people in the world. I mean if he couldn’t see it, then it wasn’t real.

One, two, three, Anubus was one to count clouds above his head without seeing shapes. At the age of five, he would spend hours trying to read books on how things worked. His favorite TV show was “Myth Busters” and “How it’s Made.” Even in preschool he used to argue with the teacher on how it was impossible, to get green eggs and ham from any natural source. “Well, that is, without some sort of genetic manipulation or food coloring”, he’d say highlighting the word genetic and manipulation in his dictionary. He grew slower and smaller then other kids until his first