Jaxon grinned as he placed his latest trophy on the shelf.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"This makes 32" </span>, Jaxon said to himself as he stepped away. His 32nd trophy since beginning high school. His trophies ranged from athletics all the way to robotics, he was known to be a scholar-athlete. As he looked upon all his achievements, Jaxon began to realize that his school years were closing approaching the end. However, he knew what he would do later on. The Air Force was calling him and he would answer the call. Now those were people that represented true strength and might. People who Jaxon admired and glorified.<br/><br/>Just as Jaxon was daydreaming, a letter and a box materialized and fell to the floor in front of him. Jaxon jumped as the noise from the impact reached his eardrums.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"What the?"</span>, he thought to himself as he bent down and picked up the box and letter. He analyzed  the letter and took in all the information. And surprisingly, it didn't take long for Jaxon to make his decision. He grabbed an empty backpack and filled it with clothing and three bottles of water. Water was essential to human beings and so having it at hand was important. He then dressed himself in a green sweater with a white hood attached, as well as black sweatpants. He slipped on a pair of gray sneakers and tied them.<br/><br/>After he was done preparing, Jaxon grabbed the box and opened it, revealing the pendant that was spoken of in the letter. He took a deep breath, put on the pendant and felt a sickening feeling in his stomach. A rush of emotions went through him, ranging from happiness to anger to sadness and disparity, to which then, he blacked out.<br/><br/>Jaxon awoke, hitting the ground which was a strange green spongy grass. He heard a woman's voice as he tried to regain his bearings. He slowly stood up and looked around, taking in the scenery.