"I do not know whether or not I belong here. I don't even belong in this time. My kind died out sixty five million years ago. I was not born of a mother and a father as is written. I was not made in love, but I was made as an experiment. I bend my knees before you, oh Allah. Tell me now why was I made?" Alex kneeled on the carpet of the empty Masjid. So long had he existed, but there was a pain that time could not heal. The reptile was hidden from all sight, but he saw nothing. He searched for questions, which he thought he knew the answers to. He only found more questions.

"Why was I made? Does my existence even matter, since I am not human? Do I possess a soul even though I possess no humanity? Does my birth make me less than human? Please, I beg you to give me an answer." Alex spoke softly. He looked towards the heavens for some sort of sign, but he saw nothing. Disheartened, Alex left the building under the cover of night.

Alex was alone as a person could be. How cruel it is to bring a child into the world with the blessing of human intelligence and the horror of a bestial body? There were times in his life that Alex wished Dr. Boskonovitch had not given him life. There were times that Alex wished to dwell in the unknown with the others of dead race. He was a dinosaur, the last dinosaur. He was a freak, an abomination of science and most of all an unloved being.

He would always remain distant from humanity and his appearance would guarantee his isolation. The desires in his bowels could never be fulfilled. He would never know the glory of what it meant to have a mate or what it meant to have children. How simple things would have been if Dr. Boskonovitch had made him a dim witted beast. He would not know this terrible ache or the longing for true companionship. His friend, Roger, could at least consort with humans and breed. It was more freedom then Roger would ever know.

"Creator of the stars and the moonlight, is this my fate? I must wander the earth with no love, except your own. Most gracious and most merciful, I ask for some shred of happiness. What crime have I committed that I must endure such torment? 'I ask Allah for forgiveness, whom none other has the right to be worshiped, the ever living, the self subsisting and the supporter of all and I turn to him in repentance.'" Alex broke down and repeated the hadith over and over again. He wanted an answer, any answer to the sorrow in his heart.

Alex waited and waited, but nothing came. Getting off the earth, Alex headed towards the narrow passage ways of the streets. No one could see him, for he was a shadow. He was a reptile born of muscles beyond the human scope of imagination. He was made of muscle and sinew that could carry him through the darkness of night, but not the darkness of his own heart. The longing for a place to belong was just too great.

Climbing up the sides of the buildings, Alex followed the shadows of the night. He could jump as though he could fly. Soaring above the sleeping children that were snug in their beds, Alex saw the city for what it truly was. In all this misery, he could not believe that there was such beauty in this world. Mankind had made him against his will, but mankind had done such wondrous things.

The slender buildings that rose above the ground to touch the skies like ancient spears. It was concrete forest, made of human hands. Lights and lamps lit the streets with a somber feeling making Alex's heart swell and his creativity burgeon. He walked to the side of one of the buildings and he leaped off. He came to one of the lamps, glowing so brightly. He touched the warm and radiant sphere to feel rays upon his hands, like a miniature sun. Amid the glow many tiny insects flew around the light with same attraction that Alex had for the aura.

Coming back to his home in the mountain, Alex had an idea he could not shake from his mind. With a hammer in one hand and chisel in the other, Alex attacked a pillar of stone. He carved and he chiseled like a mad man. His reptilian muscles ripped through the mighty stones. He chiseled and chiseled until he could chisel no more. He found a type of joy in this labor and it felt good to finally have something to do. He would sneak into Dr. Boskonovitch's lab and borrow different instruments as well as resources. Night and day, rain or snow, his hammer would echo through the mountains. Alex took sand from the beach and melted it into glass. Each glass, he blew into a flower with his own breath, which he used to decorate his masterpiece. He took shards of discarded iron and he forged into steel with his own hands. Burning his scales a few times at his make-shift forge, Alex continued. He struck and he hammered until it was red hot. Then he took the metal with his prongs and emblazoned it on his building. He dug quartz from the mountains and hammered them into crystals. He used left over acid from Dr. Boskonovitch's lab to write both Japanese characters and arabesque calligraphy upon sheet of copper that were forged once more to their bright splendor. Stone, metal, glass, and heart made his masterpiece. It gave him pride to see what he had done. He had made a building in the mountains, carved out of solid granite. It had taken him three years, but he did it. A job, which would have required thirty men, Alex had done on his own with little sleep or nourishment.

He took Dr. Boskonovitch to the sight and the doctor fell to his knees in surprise. He could not believe what Alex had wrought. Alex, one of his secondary creations, had gone beyond his expectations and limitations. Alex had evolved into something even doctor could not understand. "Alex, this is sheer wonder. I must show this to Yoshimitsu and the other manji. You have gone beyond my ideas."

Surely enough Yoshimitsu came to see what Alex had made and it shocked him more than he could ever believe. The manji clan leader, who did not often spend time looking at art, could not help, but admire Alex's building. Yoshimitsu invited others that knew Alex, so they could see the splendor. Marshall Law and his family were the first humans to actually enter the giant building, which was filled with nearly seventy pictures of mosaic made trees. Wang Jinrey bowed before Alex after enter the building.

Then came one unexpected visitor, a friend of Mashall Law, Paul Pheonix. That day was a harsh one for Alex. Paul Pheonix in a drunken haze became violent. The man took his rage out upon the building and smashed through one of the walls, breaking Alex's heart in two.

Alex seized him with his hands and lifted him into the air. "Why did you do this? I made this building with my heart. I made it with my love. I made with my sorrow. I made with my pain. I made it to be my legacy upon this earth so that I maybe remembered after death doth take my spirit. It gave me joy in simply building. It gave me nourishment within the emptiness of my existence. It made me happy…"

Alex stopped in mid rant and dropped the drunkard. Alex would cry his pain to the winds that night. In the morning he took his chisel and his hammer to begin his work once more. It was not completing the building that gave him joy. It was the labor of having purpose that gave him joy. Man cannot live on simply food and water, for all men have desire, want and a need to be significant. All people, man and woman, need something to look up to, to reach for and become more than what they are. One day Alex would die, but his buildings would remain. A mark of his happiness in this world and though he had no children, he made his legacy. His legacy was that of love and it was a type of love none would ever guess. It was for his love of mankind and faith.