Chapter One

Another bolt of lightning flashed, followed by another sound of rolling thunder, rain pouring down, soaking everything it touched. Andre ran as fast as he could through it all, the police hot on his tail, he had just stolen another pie from the bakery. As he turned the corner and hid, they rushed past, not noticing him. He snickered, calmly melding into the bustling crowd of people trying to get home. Not that he was going home, he didn't have a home, no, instead he was going to the car graveyard to find shelter. When he was almost there, lightning flashed, and where there once was a teenager of 17 years named Andre, there was only a pile of ash left. . . . 

    "Hello?" A male voice was heard, repeatedly saying the same thing every couple minutes, "Hello? Hello, Andre? Hello?" Eventually Andre woke up, looking around the endless white space around him he had a confused look on his face. "Ah! You're awake. Good, hello Andre, I am here to apologize on behalf of the soul distribution center for putting your soul in the wrong world, I... " 

    Andre looked in the general direction of the disembodied voice,and interrupted it, "Did you just say, wrong world?" 

The voice seemed to chuckle, "Ah yes, right, you were put into a world that doesn't know of the different Dimensions. . . How do I explain this? Your soul was put into the wrong dimension by accident, it happens, as I said, I apologise for the soul distribution center, I am here now to fix it now that you're dead. What kind of world would you like to go to? A world run by War, Peaceful, kind of in between? Race? Of course restrictions on race appear in different worlds. World size? Advancement level? Fantasy like level? . . ." The voice kept droning on, but Andre had tuned it out, he was trying to comprehend what the voice had just said, different dimensions? His soul was put into the wrong world? Soul distribution center? Was that some kind of heaven?????

He sighed, then looked in the general direction of the voice he said, "Choose whatever you want, just send me off to wherever." 

The voice seemed taken aback. "Are you sure? What if you turn into some ugly girl in the middle of a battlefield or something?"

Andre laughed, "You seem like the kind of disembodied voice who won't do that kind of thing to a dead orphan." In his head he thought, 'I think...'

The voice seemed to chuckle, "True, good luck kid" Then Andre felt like he was sucked into a black hole, he felt like he spun for eternity, or, not eternity, just a really long time. Finally when he stopped spinning he felt extreme pain, he groaned, cracking open his eyes and saw a worried expression on someone standing over him, all Andre said before he passed out was "Help."

    Andre woke up, he was sore all over, groaning he rolled over, he was… He was in a bed, a pretty comfortable one at that. He groaned again. Everything hurts... He sat up on the edge of the bed, his feet slid into conveniently placed slippers that just happened to be where he put his feet on the ground. He rubbed his eyes, yawning, and looked around. He was in a well-decorated room, probably from an upper-middle class family. There was a mirror leaning against a wall, so he walked over to it and looked at himself.

He appeared to be an elf, 18, icy blue eyes, silver white hair, when he yawned again he saw his teeth were perfectly aligned, white, and his canines were slightly longer and sharper than you would expect. He was currently dressed in black jeans, and a black hoodie with a blood red shirt underneath. He enjoyed this look. 'Thank you, disembodied voice thing,' he thought as he finished examining himself. 

He heard a knock at the door, and a male voice sounded from the other side. "Are you awake? May I come in?"

"Yeah, I'm awake, you can come in." His voice was not too high, or too low, and it didn't have an upper class sounding, so Andre was fine with it. When he finished talking, the door opened and a man who looked to be in his mid to upper thirties, upper middle class, merchant, walked in. Andre had learned to tell a lot about people by the way they looked, the way they spoke, the way they walked, etc. etc (kind of like Sherlock Holmes).

The man smiled. "Good, you're awake. I am Lefwald Smith, Merchant by trade, may I ask your name sir?" Andre's analysis was correct; he was indeed a merchant.

"Andre." He gestured at his ears, "Elf, and I have yet to determine an occupation."

The man seemed to be a little surprised when Andre pointed to his ears, then his face returned to his previous smile. "Might I enquire where you were going before I found you?"

Andre just looked at him. "I, uh, don't actually know. or, I did, I must have hit my head though, 'cause I can't remember much actually, my name, race, gender, age, most of my preferences, yes, but I can't really remember anything else. . . " He smiled sadly. "I would be much appreciated if you could help me figure out some stuff, like an occupation or something, so that I'm not a burden, since I can't remember much."

The man nodded, "I'm sorry sir, I am unable to help you in that regard much, but I could lend you some books, but I can't help you in any other way besides clothing and such."

Andre smiled. "Thank you, could you show me to your library?" He asked, and Lewfald showed his library and then left, closing the door. He looked around the library. It was fairly large, with quite a few books. 

Andre scanned the shelves, pulling out books about elves, the history of the world, etc. In total he had pulled about 27 books that were fairly large, and sat down to read. His reading speed was fairly quick, an average of 4 chapters every 10 minutes, and these chapters were an average of 16 pages long. He read late into the night, not using any source of lighting because he seemed to have an ability to see in the dark. After finishing the third volume he sat back and stretched, yawning. He walked over to a sofa that was in the library and laid down, falling deep into sleep. . . 

When Andre woke up, he didn't open his eyes, but he could hear someone talking to themselves. Light was seen through his eyelids. The voice sounded like a female who was fairly intelligent. He kept still, listening to her talking. 

"Who is he anyway? My father saved him, but what does he do? Not a word of gratitude. Sheesh, whoever he is, he doesn't look like how elves are depicted in the books." Andre opened his eyes, seeing a teenage girl, 18 or 19 years old probably, blonde, golden eyes, a golden necklace with a decent size gemstone inlaid in it, and a questioning look on her face as she gazed at him. When she saw him open her eyes, her cheeks went slightly red. "Breakfast's ready, two doors down on your left," she said quickly before running off.

Andre smiled. Whoever she was, she was someone he wouldn't mind talking to later. He looked at himself, seeing that someone had apparently draped a blanket over him. He stood up, folding the blanket and setting it on the couch. He stretched, feeling refreshed and well-rested, then went to the dining room that the girl had just told him had breakfast ready. When he walked into the room there was a fairly large table covered in all sorts of breakfast foods. There was the man from yesterday, another woman who looked like the man's age, probably his wife, and the girl from just before. There was an empty seet across from the girl from the library, so he sat down there.

When Lewfald finished what he had in his mouth, he gestured at the food on the table. "Have as much as you wish sir, you are a guest in our house."

Andre smiled. "Thank you, Andre is fine"

The man smiled back at him. "Of course," He nodded to the woman that was probably his wife. "This is my wife, Catherine." Then he gestured at the girl from the library, "And my precious daughter, Sarah." Catherine smiled and nodded politely, and Sarah just kept eating, her cheeks a faint shade of red.

"It is nice to meet you all." He smiled. "I'm afraid I will have to burden you with my presence until I can remember more about myself, then I will be parting from you all, and go looking for a profession."

Lewfald smiled, "Of course, you may continue using the guest room from before, and until you leave, you may count yourself a member of our family."

"Thank you." Andre finished a plate of food and stood up, pushing his chair in. "I will continue reading in the library at the moment, thank you again." He turned and returned to the library to read. 

Sarah quickly finished eating and left as well.

Andre sat at the table he sat at the day before, and opened another one of the books, he finished three chapters when Sarah walked in, holding a notebook and a pencil, she set it down on the table beside him, in a quiet voice she said, "I figured you would need one" She quickly went to leave, when she reached the door Andre called out to her, she turned to face him. 

He smiled, "Thanks" her cheeks gained a rosy hue again, she nodded, with a small smile on her face, then quickly left. Andre's smile vanished as he read all the books, taking notes almost every page, very quickly he filled the notebook Sarah had given him, he sighed, leaning back in his chair, stretching, when he raised his head, he saw Lewfald enter the room, closing the door silently behind him. He walked over to Andre. 

"How are you after spending hours cramped in here?" Lewfald asked, a concerned look on his face. 

"I'm okay, I could use a little air though, I was just going to go outside actually."

Lewfald smiled. "Good, good, I'll leave you too it then, " he turned to leave, and then he turned around and put a piece of paper in front of Andre, "Map of the house." He left.

Andre looked at the map, figured out how to get into the backyard, which was just a small field and then a massive forest. He folded the map, placed it in his pocket, then walked through the house to the backyard. He immediately walked into the forest, when he did he felt a wave of peace wash over him, as if just being in the forest can solve all his problems. He walked aimlessly around the forest, eventually he tripped on something and fell. He cursed, standing up and dusting himself off, then looked at what tripped him, it looked like a gemstone that was worth a lot, it was green, when Andre looked at it he could see right through clearly, albeit everything was tinged green when he did, he bent over to pick it up, when he touched it he felt so much peace that he wanted to crawl into a ball and just fall asleep right there and then, in fact, he did. The last thing that he heard before he lost consciousness was a mechanical voice saying "Upload successful, host compatible. . ."