Rex was a very interesting kid at school. He was 16, but not sweet. He was ‘geeky’. He’d hang with nerds occasionally, all of whom would avoid him days later. He didn’t have many friends. He felt they were Unnecessary. When a concerned teacher asked once, he said: The voyage calls only my name. Alexi Dansk.

The friends he did have, stopped talking to him because they thought he was crazy. They thought he was delusional. He would ramble about being special, being part of something they couldn’t fathom. Yet, he couldn’t fathom either.

Nobody knew who his parents were, only that he grew up in a run-down orphanage. He said his parents left him here as they had important business. Lands far from here he said.

They’re coming for me, he would say. I can feel it. I know it. This one time, he had a strange episode. He started going on about missing home.

But this, was long ago. Now, Rex is your average joe; 21, barely employed, sitting at his computer all night. He’s not interesting. He’s not special. You probably won’t see a headline if he died. He would be good looking if he got some sleep, he would have friends if he went out and made some. He would be worth something if he cared. But he didn’t. He was perfectly happy as is. He hated going outdoors. Nature was best enjoyed behind the screen. If he ever did go out, it was to sneak into a party for beer.

He’s had a realization of sorts. Some sense knocked into him, if you will. But was he right all along? Was he really The chosen one?