"I'm so tired of staring at this stupid wall," I said loudly. This "room" belonged to me, Nemiko Severim. When I say room I really mean these four walls that contain me, a metal slab attached to the wall that they call a bed, as well as the curtain that separates the rest of the room from the toilet.

Sounds kinda like a prison, which in all fairness is pretty close to the truth. This is actually just Fairvilles Orphanage. Not all of the rooms are like this, only kids who are in trouble get one of these rooms. Well I'm always in trouble, so this is always my room. It even has my name on the door. Pretty VIP if you ask me.

I dont intentionally cause trouble however, I just have a tendency to have outbursts.

" What if you just scratched your way out of this dump" a childlike voice said.

"This room is made out of solid cement, not to mention that there is a door that I can walk out of whenever I want," I replied.

" Hey shut up in there" a gruff voice of a man came from the other side of the door.

"And good old Tim out there is the reason you cant go out that door Nemiko. Come on my plan is full proof." the childlike voice continued.

"The cement is still an issue. I dont know what you think scratching at solid cement is going to do. As soon as I turn 15 I can leave this place Zach." I said.

" That is if you turn 15" Zach replied with an ominous trail off. "You know what this place does to kids like us, it tears us apart."

" Yeah but this place is nothing to me. There is nothing they can do to break me. I'm not weak." I replied angrily. Zach had no response.

"That was a low blow to deal the kid." Another voice spoke. This voice was more of a middle aged barbaric sound.

"Yes, I must agree with Fredric on this, you are well aware of what happened to Zach." a frail elderly voice spoke.

" I know what happened Malek, but I am not weak, and I will never break." I replied.

" If I keep hearing ya in there boy, ima come in there and kick your ass" Spoke Tim still from outside the room. All the voices went quiet until Fredrick spoke up,

" What an asshole, I could take him with both my arms behind my back, speaking of which, it's about time for you to start your daily training isnt it Nemiko?"

I hated the training. Every day Fredrick would relentlessly work out my body to the point of exhaustion. Afterwards Malek would coach me on increasing my mana. Mana is a particle which allows for the use of magic. Even Malek doesnt know how it does what it does, only how to use it, and how to increase it.

Fredrick drilled me in pushups, pullups, sit ups, and about 12 other exercises until my whole body felt like jello. This was in order to increase my physical strength as much as possible. I am currently 14 and my 15th birthday is coming up. That is when I can take the test to determine whether I go to a mage, knight, or career path school.

Malek then tutored me in the study and control of mana as he usually did. I gathered the energy in and learned to maintain that energy and hold it within my body. I have done this for so long that I have a lot of accumulated mana, however still I know no magic.

Several hours passed until I was both physically and mentally worn out. It was now about time for dinner so I sat patiently waiting for the door to open. It soon did and in walked the goliath that was Tim. He was about 6 foot 4 with the width of an ogre.

" Come on ghost boy, its time to head to the mess hall," Tim said. Ghost boy... that's what everyone here called me. I walked out of the door to my now completely empty room and walked towards the mess.

"Dont worry about Tim, you are almost strong enough to take him in a physical fight," Fredrick said with a hint of pride.

"Dude what are you talking about, Tim has about a thousand pounds on Nemiko, he would be crushed" Zachs voice came back up. It was actually kind of a relief to hear from him, he had been silent since my statement earlier.

" Hey Zach about what I said" I began to say before Tim turned around and grabbed me by the shirt, lifting me up,

" If you dont stop talking to yourself I'm going to hit you so hard you will never hear those "voices" again." Tim yelled at me. That's why everyone called me ghost boy, and why I'm always in trouble, because Fredrick, Malek, and Zach arent real. Well arent officially real.

Each of them were real people, they just ended up dieing. Each in their own way, but each in this very place in different time periods.