[Draconic_Espeon]

Homework was a bore. Erik sighed again, watching as he flipped his pencil between his fingers. The work sheet before him lay finished, finally. The thing was massive- more a packet than just a simple worksheet, with a total of three pages stapled together, with questions on both the back and the front. Not quite ready to move onto something else, Erik whittled his time away, watching his pencil. Quickly becoming bored of that as well, he neatly put the paper into a bland, nondescript blue folder, which he unceremoniously shoved into his bookbag. His pencil was quickly stashed in his plain black pencil case, and the boy sat up on his bed.

Sapphire eyes meandered around the room, taking in various things he'd already seen before. The room itself was small and square, with light blue walls. Hanging from those walls were a variety of weapons. Most were swords, ranging in style from typical medieval to Japanese. There was even a battle axe, hung above the television. As much as he loved his sword collection, even looking at them was quickly becoming boring.

Erik heaved himself off his bed, forlornly wishing, once again, that something would happen. Everything was so quiet in this sleepy little town. Though long past the days of thinking that places in books or games were real, there were times, like this, that he wished he could just escape to somewhere else entirely. Someplace where he wouldn't be bothered by the normal and mundane.

Erik left his room and quickly walked down the stairs. Both his parents were gone, looking at some kind of major discovery out on Lake Michigan. Why his step father had dragged his mother along, Erik would never know. His mother, Cynthia, hated anything even remotely wet or disgusting. In any case, they were gone for the weekend. Unfortunately, so were his two best friends, Danielle and Flora. Both were out of town because of family. As a result, there was nothing at all for Erik to do, and it was only Friday night.

That's when he remembered the contest. A few weeks ago, he'd entered a Final Fantasy contest. The goal was to make your own dressphere, and Erik had set about doing it almost immediately. He'd made a Wind Chaser dressphere, essentially a dressphere that gave the user the ability to control wind, and even use it as a weapon. He wasn't sure what the prize was, or if there even was any. Still, he decided to check the mail, just in case. Or, in case some important letter had come.

The walk out to the mailbox was a long one. His family owned a large property, and so had a long driveway. The fact that it was late and already getting dark didn't help matters. Upon finally reaching the mail box, he quickly openned it. There, sitting atop a haphazard pile of mail and newspaper, was a package. With a grin, Erik took it out.

Sure enough, it was addressed to him, but with no return address. Puzzled ut curious, he tore open the dull brown wrapping and openned the box.

Inside were only two things. The first was a sphere, milky white mixed with light blue. He took it out gingerly, taken aback by what he saw. It was exactly what he had thought his Wind Chaser dressphere would look like. He carefully placed it back in the box and began walking back, completely forgetting all the other mail. It was then that he noticed the second thing, a small letter. He took it out, hoping it might shed some light on what was going on, but it seemed more cryptic that the sphere by itself.

'This sphere is your creatoin, so only you can unlock its powesses. Your true journey will start at the beginning of a new dawn...'

"What the heck does 'powesses' mean?" He commented aloud to himself. "A typo?" He shook his head and replaced letter as well. The whole thing was probably ust a hoax, albeit a believable one. When he went inside again, he set the box on the kitchen table. He intended to just leave everything there, but finally came back and brought the sphere up stairs with him. Then, he played FFX-2.