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Syrus lives in an apartment building in Vatican
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City. He spends all his time walking around town
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with his friends.
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Syrus walks by a small building. The name of
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the building is a strange word: “IDEYA.” As Syrus
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walks by, a voice comes from inside the building.
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“Syrus, come here!”
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Syrus walks into the shadowy building. A
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dark, shady old man in a black tunic is inside.
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The old man speaks.
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“Have you seen Synan lately? He wants me
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to keep him up-to-date on my newest inventions.”
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“No, I haven’t seen him. Sorry.”
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Just after Syrus finishes talking, a girl from
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school enters the room. She is just one year younger
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than Syrus. She has brown hair and brown eyes.
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Her name is Zoe.
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“Actually, Synan is on vacation,” Zoe says,
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“He’ll be back in about four days.”
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“And you would care because...?” Syrus
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asks.
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“It’s none of your business why I would
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care where he’s at.”
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“Yeah, okay. You fifth graders are weird.”
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Syrus walks toward the door. The old man stops
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him.
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“Syrus, before you leave, do you want to
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see my new invention?” The dark figure says.
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Syrus folds his arms as he listens.
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“I call it the Ideya Marble.” The mysterious
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old man pulls a Red and Shining object from the
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pocket on his tunic. “These will absorb the atomic
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makeup of an object it touches. The object will
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then be returned when the marble hits the floor
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again. I’ll give you ten of them.”
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The old man gives Syrus ten of the red
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marbles. He also gives ten of them to Zoe. Syrus
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leaves the building. Zoe also leaves. As Syrus
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walks down the sidewalk for a little while, he
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hears a scream from behind him. Zoe screamed.
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Syrus turns around and runs toward the
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sound. He gets to the edge of the city and sees
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Zoe and some kind of blue alien. Zoe is being
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lifted off the ground and toward the sky.
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Syrus jumps at the blue monster but
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instead gets caught in the trap that Zoe is in.
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As they float to the sky, Syrus loses
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consciousness. He regains sight after what
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seems to be not very long at all. He is looking
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straight up at a starry sky.
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Syrus sits up and looks around. He is
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in a fenced-in area. The ground is all purple,
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and on one side with no fence is the edge of
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a floating island. Syrus crawls over and looks
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off the edge. They are miles away from the
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Earth. Syrus stands up.
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There are two guard towers. Syrus
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sees Zoe leave just as the gates close behind
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her. Syrus runs toward the gates.
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A shadowy guard stops him. “Please
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remove any mirrors, slingshots, or throwable
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objects.”
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“Why do you need a mirror? Do you
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want to break it??” Syrus comments.
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“Just do it or die you little punk!!”
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“Screw you! What kind of law are
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you under her?”
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“Wizeman’s law. Now give me the
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requested objects.”
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“Never.” Syrus brushes the purple
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dirt off his jeans.
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“Then you shall feel the wrath of
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The Land of No Return!” The guard pulls
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out a small radio reciever and begins
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speaking into it.
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“We have a 24-14 crisis here.
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Spyke-012334 requesting backup.”
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Syrus gives the guard the finger.
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Before he can put it back down he is
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blasted fifteen feet away. A figure slowly
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hovers toward the ground. Suddenly a
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slight scream occurs as a golden-yellow
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flame appears, lighting up the person.
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He looks like he’s 12, maybe 13. He’s
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wearing a white T-shirt and blue shorts.
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On the shirt is a stretched “W” in red.
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He has a short head under a
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yellow helmet. His evil eyes are
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stretched along the bottom of the
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helmet.
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“Syrus, I presume? I am James.
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Having trouble already, are we?” James
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says, his shirt rustling as the golden
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energy blows by him.
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“How do you know my name?”
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Syrus asks, climbing back to his feet.
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“Believe me, I have my
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sources.” James’ energy field vanishes.
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James walks over to Syrus and searches
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him, revealing ten ideya marbles.
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“He’s clean.” James gives the
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marbles back. The gates open and James
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shoves Syrus through. James slowly lifts
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off the ground mumbling “Man, you’d
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think his three-day nap would be helpful.”
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“Three days?!” Syrus yells, almost
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too loudly. James continues floating away,
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as if he didn’t hear Syrus at all.
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Syrus hears the guard speaking,
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“Please remove all slingshots, mirrors, or
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throwable objects.” He then hears a
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familiar voice “I don’t have any.” It’s Synan!
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Syrus decides to wait here for
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Synan.
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