In the present, I find myself staring at the window curtain that is flowing towards my face with memories of my time in the small town where my brothers and our cousins found our power. The mountain top that is not a mountain top but a mystical palace that homes gods alike. Babies with magical powers. What are we doing on Earth? There is man in Atlanta that is calling my name but he lives in Hollywood. He wants me to help him tell the world he is a good person but I am only two years old. How do I die so I can come back with more knowledge on how to help such a man with extraordinary power. I met him for the first time on the bright lights of my home on the way to school. I got my wish come true of dying at the age of two to the hands of my grandfather who until this day is guiding us towards success. He hated me the most because I am the most complicated of the bunch but I love the hard life of being an artist. A lazy one at that but a tough one that knows how to work the world. The knowledge I pick up along the way will never come out until I make it to the top. My grandfather prepared me for that. That’s what they want me to say so he can keep on helping my brothers and my cousins that are on rise to greatness. They are slow as turtles so for the meantime I will host their powers. The fifth dimension is my favorite place to hide in. To Be Continued.