Before I begin, I want to get one thing straight.

The Herry in this story is NOT the same Herry in the series. You will understand in the end.

The story takes place 28 years after grande finale but it is not not really necessary for you to read it beforehand.

Hi, my name is Herry and I lived a few minutes away from Toronto when this story begins. I never was the big popular kid in school but I had a few good friends in school. I play rugby and snowboard every chance I get. I have little luck with the ladies and don't party too much.

I was only 16 when my life changed forever.

I always thought spring days were meant to be exciting and full of life. This spring did not fit into that category for me. A few weeks ago, my dad got sick. Very sick. He had spent 2 weeks in hospital. On April 4th, I was called into the hospital. The doctors told me that my dad may not make it through the night. I spent the whole night in the waiting room. I had my ipod in listening to kid cudi. But even my favourite artist couldn't stop the overrun of fear and despair. Nothing would help it. My dad was about to die. He had raised me mostly on his own. My mother was taken away when I was six and sent to a mental hospital. I never heard from her or saw her since. My dad took it pretty badly but he continued to raise me. he never went dating or anything.

I had taken the next day off of school. Telling them that it was a family emergency. It was, except I was all that was left of my family so it seemed. I saw him earlier last night before they sent me out. Saying that he needed to rest. I fell asleep in the waiting room. i was the only one in the room. it was just me, my ipod and my homework. I never did get round to do it.

Around 8AM, I wake up to see the doctor. He had a grim expression on his face. I was ready to embrace the news. Ready to cry.

"Are you the son of Jay Ryerson?" he asked me. I simply nodded.

"There is no easy way for me to tell you but..." Here it comes i told myself.

"Your father has gone missing. He was not in his room this morning." My hopes raised a bit. He could still be alive.

"What do you mean he is missing?" I asked.

"We checked the security footage. It was shut down. At one point he was there, the next, he wasn't. We are starting a missing persons case immediately." At the same time, my heart sank. He may not have gotten far. He was due to die last night but now he was somewhere, unconscious maybe even dead. The doctor left me in the room once again alone. I was starting to get used to it now. I ran through different possibilities of what could have happened. he could have been kidnapped or maybe his sickness made him a zombie or something. It was hopeless. My dad was as good as dead. I began to cry, remembering memories between him and I. I remembered all the stories he told me about Greek Gods and Titans battling it out for power, and I remember when I was really small, my parents would both take me to a cemetery in New Olympia. I never knew why but I remembered the long and torturous drives there. They did it every year on October the 20th. My dad later told me when I was 10 that it was a war cemetery and October 20th was the aniversary of the New Olympia War when the first ever inter speices war ever occurred between the human race and a still unknown alien species.

I was reminiscing for an hour when the doctor, my dad's lawyer, and a tall, African American man walked through the doorway standing right in front of me.

The tall man reached out his hand and said;"Hi. My names Odie Gahler, but you can just call me Odie. I am an old friend of you father and I'm going to be your guardian from now on."

Odie escorted me out of the hospital and into an open top, blue Ferrari. This guy was rich. He drove me to his home. We talked along the way.

"So how did you know my father?" I asked him.

"We were friends in high school. We, along with five other friends including your mother, all lived in the same dorm." Odie had a warm smile and shiny white teeth. It made me feel slightly better and comforted me. He said more. "I have to say, I haven't seen you since you were very small. You've grown up so much. You have your mothers hair colour and eyes and your fathers pointy chin."

I couldn't remember my mother very well but red hair and green eyes like mine were things I could remember very well.

I said, "I'm sorry if I'm not talking much. I just can't believe my dad is gone. He raised me by himself after they took my mother away."

Odie gave a sincere look. "He loved you. He still does. And don't worry. You will only have to put up with me for two mre years the you will be n adult and be free."

We pulled into his house. I take that back. It wasn't a house, it was a mansion. It was unimaginably huge with pine trees lining the gravel driveway. He opened his garage to see multiple cars. There were lamborginis, porches, atvs, motorbikes, the lot. It struck me.

"Youre THE Odie Galher? The man that single handedly ended the war in Libya?"

He chuckled. "The very same." I could not believe my dad went to school with this guy. The man was an absoloute genius and ended the Libya war in a similar way the Greeks won the war of Troy. I wondered if there were any connections.

He offered to take my bags in but I said that I would take them myself. He showed me to my room on the second floor. It was amazing. The room had shelves and shelves of books with a sunroof. he bed was king size and had a neat little lamp at the side for reading. Not that people buy books anymore. It is all digital.

I wandered through the spectacular room. Odie smiled at the door.

"Unpack your things and come down in an hour for lunch." He smiled and walked downstairs

That is the first installment of this story. Please review! :)