Surrounded by dark clouds that were crackling with electricity I was ready to fight. In my hand an axe made of several metals, the battle axe allowed me to transfer some electric blows into my target upon contact. Strapped no my back was a bag of bow bolts and on my arm was a small crossbow. I was prepared for this day as showed by the snap out knives secured under each arm, taught as an assassin, but to live a different path. Dreams of this moment course through my head, the dreams I wrote in a book on an app on my phone. Few read it and all they thought was that it was just another story, but One knew that it was the future that they were reading... they were caring, calm, and they were alive with life filling they’re lungs as they realized what they were. They were... A Hyperzonian.