Back when I was a wee lad, I used to be a happy, spoiled only son. We lived alone as my elf mother and dad were both drows, hence we were ostracized by quite literally everyone. They did not turn to a life of crime and lived honest lives. They were supposed to be Skylanders and protagonists on account of being a drow, apparently. They got too old and decided watching Skyflix and making babies were much more fun. It was mundane, but I liked sticking to a routine.

But one day, everything changed when the Fire Nati- a thief attacked my home. It was night at the time and darkness blanketed every corner of the house. Not Darkness darkness. Regular darkness. Being the mischievious little elf that was destined for ultimate greatness, I stayed up beyond my bedtime when I was supposed to be asleep. As I embraced my inner madlad, I looked out the window and admired the dark calmness of the island. Something was beautiful about the island at night. It was silent and unmoving. Everything seemed so peaceful and still, it felt like time had stopped. I gazed upon the grass that surrounded my home when I saw a humanoid in a black suit and a paper mask. He was definitely too tall to be a regular elf. I could see that parts of his skin were slightly tan. The parts that wasn't covered by the suit nor the mask, around the neck area. It had a face of a black man grinning. Using the knowledge I have now, his facemask resembled a human named Barack Obama. Back then, I was unaware of the existence of Portal Masters, hence I thought he was an alien. I saw him step closer and closer towards the house on tiptoes. Time to be a hero.

I sneaked out of my bedroom. My navy blue pyjamas allowed me to blend with the darkness. I slid down the railings of the staircase and performed a parkour roll like a boss. As I regained my footing, I heard the clicking of the doorknob. I immediately hid behind an adjacent wall as I observed him silently closing the door. Unfortunately for him, the entire house was 200 years old and the door hinge was about as creaky as hell. Startled by the creaking sound, he stopped in his tracks, preparing to bail if he heard the footsteps of my parents. No sound. He heaved a sigh of relief as he thought no one was around. He was unaware that I, Jahsteece was watching him. Soon, I will deliver justice. I just need to wait for the perfect moment to strike. He snuck towards the kitchen. I trailed him, careful not to step on any floorboard that could give my position away. I saw him opening the fridge door as I turned a corner. Ice cold vapour rushed out of the fridge. I was curious to what the alien was doing with my fridge. Then he took my chocolate. My blood was boiling right there and then and part of me wanted to pounce on him and rip him to shreds. I maintained my composure as I still wanted that 'perfect moment'. Then, he proceeded to slam the chocolate into his facemask.

"Oh wait, I forgot to remove my mask. Damn, why do I keep forgetting?" the alien said nonchalantly in a thick accent. Though he stuttered in his speech and spoke as fast as a speeding dragon, I could make out what he said. I wish I didn't hear what he said though, because it made me even angrier. With the energy of my hatred and anger in my tiny muscles, I lunged on him. I landed on his neck and proceeded to rip his facemask. He struggled for a bit before managing to grab my torso and threw me towards a wall.

"Jesus, where did you come from?"

"I'm not Jesus! I'm Jahsteece!" I immediately lunged at him again.

"I'll make you meet Jesus!" He immediately kicked me right in the abdomen, nearly forcing my dinner out of my body. With me out of commission, he rushed out the door faster than Flameslinger could respect 20 women. Though my parents were fairly angry and scolded me for attempting to attack a thief on my own, they were a bit proud of me for defending their stuff and not letting it be stolen by that alien.

"Son, you can be a Sky Landman. But first, go to school and don't do drugs," is what he said to me as he carried me to my bedroom. I won't overdescribe him because he is no longer important to the plot. He medicated my belly with some ointment before covering me with a blanket.

Though, whatever the shoe he kicked me with must have been cursed. In a span of a few months, my parents disappeared after going grocery shopping. I stayed home for a few months, running down the supplies at home. I was in denial for a while, but after a while I partly accepted that my parents were no longer with me. Knowing that they won't come back, I left home to go look for a way of living outside my tiny island. As I set out on a nomad's way of life, I made up an imaginary friend named Jooj Ment who quickly died of constipated diarrhea. Rip in peace, friend. Throughout my teen years, I was the edgiest elf in town. I wore all black and used both a blindfold and a facemask so for a while, I couldn't see. But if it meant everyone could see that I'm the next generic edgy protagonist, then it was worth it. But just being edgy won't make me a Skylander. I needed to train. With my overflowin N, I set out to improve myself.

In my journey, I met many warriors and people who shaped me into the best of the best. They also slapped the edginess out of me, because apparently thats how you become a villain. I studied under many masters in the span of 7 years while I was still smol because Plot allows me to. My first master was Samurai Jack. He taught me the way of the Samurai. I learnt how to ride horses and use katanas, but I preferred my scythe which is also a gun which I handcrafted myself. His teachings also kindled my passion for anime because he is Japanese. I continued on my journey because he needs to get back. Back to the past. Samurai Jack.

I trained under Goku. He trained me to my limits until I achieved my own form of a Super Saiyan because I am an OC and I can do what I want. Then I learnt how to blast things. It was fun. I continued my journey again until I finally met All Might. I learnt about what it takes to be a hero.

"A hero is a person who meddles when he doesn't need to," is an advice I will keep to heart when I want to be a busybody and catch up on juicy drama. Then I left unexpectedly because I needed to time to figure something out. I'd been fighting all my life; my element must have showed itself by now. But it never appeared. Not in my lowest moments where I desperately needed a powerup to save my skin. I fell into a period of internal crisis. If I had no element, what am I? Every skylander- no, everyone had an element that they were associated with.

I returned to my edgy ways with my clothes being as black as possible. Unable to accept the truth, I gave myself instant crippling depression and cried myself to sleep every night. I religiously spent my days listening to edgy music and neglecting my training. Over time, I let my emotions control me. I became a slave to my emotions. I was on a downward spiral into misery and disaster.

Then suddenly, a bunch of cyclops attacked an orphanage. I defeated them easy peasy, but I still felt empty inside. Even those low-lives had elements. What am I without an element? Then a kid walked up to me because she saw me brooding.

"Are you sad?"

"Yes."

"When you sad, think of happy day. Then you will happy."

I was moved to tears from the little elf kid's words. I didn't need to care about my element. I've done so many good things without the need of an element. I shouldn't let it define me now.

With the great mental obstacle out of the way, I was ready to become a Skylander. And that is how I became the great elf I am today. Enough of flashbacks, I need to go grocery shopping now.

See you in Chapter 5.