Life has always been ordinary around me, for being an excellent student I was always praised for excellent results in academics, being a researcher I was always praised for my work. Then why does it still seem ordinary to me, maybe because of the dreams that I see? I don't know but when I started dreaming of a world like in fantasy stories every day, it felt so real to me. Sometimes I had good dreams such as dreaming of fairies, vast green lands, forests, beautiful animals, people living happily, etc. But sometimes there were bad ones' natural calamities, epidemics, wars and conflicts, etc. There were sometimes dreams where I saw people speaking in an unknown language, using swords and even magic. Things that are not possible in reality were common in my dreams, and for some unknown reasons, these dreams seem to have some sort of connection with each other.

This first became an issue for me during high school as I always found myself alienated from others, it was hard talking to other people. The things that people found interesting seemed ordinary to me, I felt restless living in this world. I found comfort with my family, I lived as a model student but also a loner. My parents tried to encourage me to make friends but even they gave up after some time as I was doing good in my studies and they thought that it will be alright as I grow. They knew about my dreams and provided me with all the medical care and counselling that doctors suggested for me. Sometimes I pretended to be normal to them for the peace of the family, but sometimes I just couldn't get over those dreams. Some people even tried to be friends with me, normally people who were outcasts of the schools for weird reasons but even they left finding me to be the weirder guy. 

The same was for my adult life, I worked hard to become a biomedical engineer. It took time but I achieved great things in this field, made my family proud and rich. But life was still the same, the only thing that changed was that I got used to living this ordinary life with unordinary dreams. I didn't try to get rid of these dreams anymore and life went on like this.

*ring*ring*

[ Joe, pick the damn phone always when it rings, your father will get angry again]

[ Yeah mom, sorry for this, I just got out of the meeting]

[ I know you work hard kid, but at least you can call us yourself sometimes, it is us who are always calling you]

[ So…, how is it going mom?]

[ Well, we are alive and healthy if you are asking that but what about you, are you doing fine son? How's life for you nowadays?]

[ Same old, but I am happy]

[ Happy? I am asking if you got into any relationship]

[ Well, I got a date this Saturday]

[ Hmmm? What's your chances this time? ]

[ I think it will go well and–]

[ And you will break up in a month]

[ No, this time it will be different, I will at least get to be–]

[ Stop it, I know this is hard for you Joe but try to compromise on these things, you need someone in your life. This is for your good—]

This was the last conversation I had with my parents, I remember it was very long like always. Mom talked a lot while dad just asked some fatherly questions, like always they scolded me a little and also lied about many things. I died today, someone just stabbed me and it just feels so wrong. I saw some kids smoking while I was waiting for my taxi, another kid seems to be being bullied by them. I pulled that kid out from the group and sent him home while scolding these kids to behave more kindly and to not smoke at such an age. It was a kind act, but then someone came from behind me and just stabbed me. It was an adult, he ran away with the kids laughing at me.

I don't know how he stabbed me but a lot of blood came out almost instantly, it was painful yet I couldn't scream. Having difficulty breathing, getting colder, I just couldn't do anything about this sudden situation. In the last moments of my life, I only thought about my parents and my pending work. It's sad but I don't think I have to worry, my parents may get sad over me as I was their only child but they will get over it, there won't be any problem with living a comfortable life anymore as I have always thought of a situation like this to happen so I had made many arrangements. They can live without any worries, they have each other but I am feeling anxious, what if they become too sad. Many thoughts came to my mind like how my life has been, many random thoughts came to my mind but slowly that also faded and I lost consciousness. 

It felt like I was sleeping and just fell from my bed, and I heard a growl of an animal. My back was hurting and my body felt cold, I didn't know what was even happening to me. It was dark and I felt so little strength in me, I felt hungry too. Then suddenly someone spoke to him," …. Child….weak….must save"

Someone was speaking to me in a language that I could understand a little but only a few words, ' isn't this man speaking that language. It is the language from my dreams', I lifted my head and suddenly realised something, the man was holding me like someone holds a child, he appeared so big to him. ' A Giant' then he had another realization ' No fucking way, I am a baby' what is happening. This was too confusing, enough to make Joe.

*1 month later*

I didn't believe it in the beginning but I am reborn and I also think that this world is not the Earth where I used to live before. This is the world of my dreams, in other words, the world I always dreamed of. It has been one month since I have been here, I don't know who my parents are in this world. I am always wrapped in a cloth, I only see an old man, who is surely not my father, maybe he stole me from my parents in this world. He comes thrice a day to feed me milk and clean me, he certainly isn't a bad guy. The most surprising thing here is that he uses magic, sure if this is the world of my dreams anything can be possible. I have always seen many people using magic in my dreams and he does something similar to me. He cleans me with magic and whenever I am crying he will use some kind of magic to put me to sleep. 

He is such an uncaring person, maybe he is my grandfather because he looks really old. Even if I try to initiate some conversation he won't talk to me, but I need to learn more words in this world so I can finally be able to speak the language here. I have always been a loner so it's not an issue being left in the cradle, I can just continue to live like this. However, I just want to grow up fast now, this is uncomfortable, I guess I am not even a year old currently. 

Today the old man came again to feed me, I don't know but he looks kind of angry about something. His face is looking irritated and instead of my milk bottle, he is holding a knife. Eeep! What's he gonna do with that, certainly I haven't been too demanding of a child, I don't even cause that much problem when it comes to cleaning me.

The old man came and picked me up. I didn't notice from my cradle but there was some kind of weird creature beside him. It's one meter tall and it's standing beside the old man. 

" That old hag, she just can not let me research in my tower. Why does she need me? She can just send some knights when it comes to fighting." The old man complained. 

" Here Aesir, today I will help you make a contract with one of my little golems," Old man said to Joe. Joe only understood two words that are contract and golem which he often heard in his dreams. 

" Uwaa! 'Someone save me, the old man's gonna kill me today.'' Joe begins crying loudly for the first time. 

" Huh! You can cry little one, I didn't even know you could cry this loud, well whatever since I am not going to be around for a few days. This golem will take care of you. It will feed you when you are hungry and clean you properly, no need to worry while I am gone". 

Afterwards the old tried to calm Joe and then cut a branch out of the golem and then chanted something, the branch turned into some kind of green liquid. He made him drink the potion and then left him in his cradle again after cleaning him. 

Aesir thought it was some kind of necessary medicine, he was given. ' phew! I thought something bad was going to happen, but I heard something interesting from him today. He said golem, I remember seeing those in my dreams. Is this thing a golem? What does it do?. 

That day when Joe felt hungry, some little vines grew out of the golem, grabbed a milk bottle and fed him. It was the same when he needed cleaning, it used the same cleaning magic. Joe finally understood that the golem was moving at his will. 

'Is it moving at my will? Wait, should I try telling him to take me out of this cradle first. I can try, he then commanded the golem to move to take him out of the cradle, and the vines moved and grabbed him, Great, it works. Finally, I don't have to be bored watching the ceiling the whole day.'

' Hey now let's see what's in my room, take me to the shelf and open it' on command is the golden open self, inside the self, there were some toys. Maybe it was for him but the old man never played with. ' are they mine? It looks great, they are carved out of wood. I have never had these kinds of toys.' Joe tries to pick one of the toys ' ugh, it's heavy for its small size and I can not hold them with my hands.' But soon he realized he doesn't even have to move a limb now because of the golem he became happy. 

' From today your name will be Mark, now mark give me a bottle of milk' mark takes joe towards a bag from which it pulls out a bottle of milk and starts to feed Joe. ' Hmm, I don't like the taste. Just put it away.' At this age, Joe wasn't even capable of crawling like a baby so he had Mark carry him around the room. The room was locked from inside so he could not go outside. Whenever he gets hungry Mark will bring the milk and feed him. Joe became very intrigued with the bag as there seemed to be many milk bottles inside of him. He ordered Mark to take all of the bottles out, one by one Mark took out 35 bottles of milk. ' If I want to grow stronger than other children I will have to drink more, I should finish a bottle from now on.' 

Two days later when Joe was playing with toys on the ground, he heard someone coming. He thought the old man was back. His toys were all over the place, this was his only way of passing time inside the room. Suddenly someone opened the door. There were not one but two people, Joe was being carried by Mark. When the two people saw this they became startled. 

" What is the golem doing?" One of them asked. 

" I think it's the golem that the Master left here for the child. Hurry to grab the child or it could get hurt this way."

" Do you think the child was commanding the golem? I think it has a contract with the golem."

" How can that be possible? He is just 3 months old, how could a baby command a golem-like this? You need to give it precise commands, I don't think children of this age are capable of that."

Meanwhile, Joe was looking at the people who had just come in. They were both wearing the same uniform, a white shirt, black pants and a long overcoat with little decorations. One of them comes and takes Joe in his hands and starts to play with him. 

" look at this, how small this child is, it is really small, haha"

" Ben, don't be like that, I was going to hold him first."

" Haha too bad, you are slow, now clear the toys on the ground, I will check on his health."

The one with the black hair starts to collect the toys on the floor and place them in the cabinet again. Meanwhile, the one with Blue hair was playing with Joe, " Hey, its name is Aesir, Right?", " Yeah". " Do you think he will call me big brother if I teach him from now on?" 

The two of them came often to play with Joe and just as that 1 month passed, the old man came back. He returned while Joe was sleeping in his cradle, he checked everything was alright apart from the mess in the room.