Its amazing...
I never thought I, of all people, would end up like this.
My life has taken a turn for the better, but only after so many years of hard work, pain, and tears, but, most recently, I had to give up my eternal soul.
My whole perspective on life changed in a sort time of two weeks; and in those two weeks, I fell in love, graduated high school, killed a man, gave up my soul, as stated before, and found my absolute calling.
You're probably confused, don't worry, it took me a while to get over all this confusion, but you should be able to understand once I explain my story to you, but I can't do that until I set the scene for you.
Its present day, set back about a week from absolute now. The time is three a.m. in downtown San Francisco, California, to be precise, the Tenderloin district, which I've been told is a rough part of town and try to avoid when walking by myself. I, myself, am safe and sleeping in my shared apartment, after studying for a killer final for who knows how long, but back to the Tenderloin for a moment.
The alley which I have chosen to describe is like any other dirty alley one might find in any particular part of the world; dark, small, dirty and smelling of human urine and feces. Garbage and used hypodermic needles are littered about the ground, and a sleeping homeless man is huddled in the farthest corner behind a dumpster. Some sort of slime is cover on the ground halfway between the sidewalk of the street and the back wall of the alley; its brown and stinks horribly, one could only assume its the remains of some drunks last meal. Rats scurry past every so often, fleeing from the bright ligts of the city into the darkest cracks of the building on either side of the alleyway.
If one was to stare into this alley, as an old war veteran did from across the street, one might not notice anything particularly special about it, but, on this particular day, at this particular time, something happened that changed the fate of my existence, as well as the existence of those closest to me.
At three o' seven of that morning, a strange, almost ethereal light dimly began to shine from within the depths of that alley; at first it was quite a low light, but, for a moment, it shone quite bright, almost like a flash of lightning, then died down. The old veteran thought nothing of the light, but then noticed a man appear from the alley, a man who he hadn't seen other than the homeless man who had been huddled next to the dumpster for so many hours. As he looked at this new figure, he noticed he was quite young, around his early twenties, and quite tall. From the light of the streetlamp above, he noticed the man had green hair and very long ears, like an elf. The man was wearing a black trench coat and reached behind its collar and pulled a black hood over his head, his elf ears appearing to melt away just before he covered his face. The man looked to the veteran, his face covered in shadow, then walked down the street towards the bay.
The vetran watched the man until he was out of his sight, turning to look back at the alleyway, grumbling to himself, "Damn hippies...now they're trying to trick me..."