A\N: And now for the boys. Any boys reading this, let me know if I've got the POV right--these are tricky people!


XANDER

Alexander the Great, that's me.

I know that. I didn't before--I was always the New Kid, shy and trying to balance it out. I'm really obsessed with balance. Blame my mom. She's really into yoga.

But now I'm calm. Confident. Easygoing.

I am Earth.

It's a strange feeling. I walk out into my backyard at dawn, barefoot, and my mind just exetends.

The first thing I feel is the lava and the solid core of the Earth. The sheer, awesome power that I luxuriate in, for just a moment. Then I pull my senses up to the crust, and I sense stone. Aincent power.

It pulls together into something that's always been and always will be. Something strong enough to stay real with space pulling it almost apart.

It's me.

When I go to work, nothing stresses me out. I don't have to avoid working so I don't start yelling at everyone. I see what's going on, think about it, and fix it.

When I'm saving the world, I can tell where to place a kick or a punch, and I do it.

Everyone says I'm more responsible now, but I'm not, really. It's just that I'm here, and I can do this stuff, and no one else is. So I do it just to get it done.

I like myself. I'm proud of what I can do.

I am Earth.

I am strong.