Matt Spiegel
Starkhaven Campus
The man looked around the college campus. Just across the road was a shopping center. On the other side of campus, across THAT street was actually an indoor mall. The year was 2020, and to Matt Spencer, it would be his second year of College, just like the previous one, or so he thought. There was no Covid 19. No Pandemic afflicting millions of people and kiling many innocent people would occur this year, as it had in our world, and other than a few very strange things effecting the world behind the curtains, not much else was different. Most had no idea there was concrete proof of aliens, magic and the supernatural.

This college student thought he would become an actor, maybe a film maker, or author, not a warrior recruited in the unknown "Reincarnation Wars". Unbenownst to him, he was the reincarnation of many powerful warriors, and he would aid others like him.

Kurt Hackman woke up in a cell. He wasn’t really sure where he was. His head pounded. I’m the groggy first moments of consciousness, he thought he had just gotten drunk again. Made a fool of himself and wound up in the drunk tank again.
As he came back to his senses, he realised he didn’t recognise this cell. That’s when his heart dropped. His mind racing. His chest tightening. What had he done? It must have been something serious to wind up locked in an actual cell. Had he hurt someone?
Questions flooded through his mind. “Hey.” He called out. Standing up and walking over to the door. “I want a lawyer.”

Kurt Hackman woke up in a cell. He wasn’t really sure where he was. His head pounded. I’m the groggy first moments of consciousness, he thought he had just gotten drunk again. Made a fool of himself and wound up in the drunk tank again.
As he came back to his senses, he realised he didn’t recognise this cell. That’s when his heart dropped. His mind racing. His chest tightening. What had he done? It must have been something serious to wind up locked in an actual cell. Had he hurt someone?
Questions flooded through his mind. “Hey.” He called out. Standing up and walking over to the door. “I want a lawyer.”

The Island
"Ah, I can see you're awake. Welcome to The Island."
"Kurt." the woman stated Kurt's name in his room. This particular room was spacious compared to a typical cell in an American prison, and this was more like a luxury hotel room, and there were no actual bars, except for the windows.
"No need for a lawyer, you're already here."
"I'm your guard, and your guide, Talia."
"Now I know you're confused. What are your many questions?'

“Yeah.” He said sitting back down. “And where is this place?” He looked around. He had been in prison a few times, and this didn’t seem like that. “What is this place?” Part of him wanted to tense up. To fight. To get out of here. Get back to where he was familiar. Though he fought that urge. Knowing that it would only make things worse. Looking around, he knew there must be rooms worse than this.
“I know my rights. I want a lawyer.” He was smart enough to know that when it came to these things, it would be best to seek legal counsel. He hadn’t been to court, and wasn’t charged with anything. Not yet. “Why am I here?”

“Yeah.” He said sitting back down. “And where is this place?” He looked around. He had been in prison a few times, and this didn’t seem like that. “What is this place?” Part of him wanted to tense up. To fight. To get out of here. Get back to where he was familiar. Though he fought that urge. Knowing that it would only make things worse. Looking around, he knew there must be rooms worse than this.
“I know my rights. I want a lawyer.” He was smart enough to know that when it came to these things, it would be best to seek legal counsel. He hadn’t been to court, and wasn’t charged with anything. Not yet. “Why am I here?”

"It isn't a prison. It's a refuge and a hiding place."
"You've been taken to The Island for safe keeping."
"You have to understand that you're special. You need to be protected until the time is right for your Awakening."
"So people like you are taken to the Island for protection against the enemy. If they find you before we do, you're generally done for."
"Luckily that has no happened in this case."
"So no, thankfully you don't need a lawyer."

“I ain’t special.” Kurt said a somber look in his eye. He took a seat. “Drunk father, drug addict mother,” he said matter of factly. “I ain’t special. I ain’t ever been special. I ain’t ever going to be special.” He could feel something building up inside of him. How had Talia spoken so much, but not actually said anything. He still didn’t know where he was, or why he was there.
“In my experience, when an offical tells you, you don’t need a lawyer, you almost always want a lawyer.” He stood up. “Look, you got the wrong guy. I ain’t special, I ain’t gonna have some awakening.” He moved to the door. “Now, can I please get back to my shitty life, living in my shitty trailer, drinking shitty beer?”

“I ain’t special.” Kurt said a somber look in his eye. He took a seat. “Drunk father, drug addict mother,” he said matter of factly. “I ain’t special. I ain’t ever been special. I ain’t ever going to be special.” He could feel something building up inside of him. How had Talia spoken so much, but not actually said anything. He still didn’t know where he was, or why he was there.
“In my experience, when an offical tells you, you don’t need a lawyer, you almost always want a lawyer.” He stood up. “Look, you got the wrong guy. I ain’t special, I ain’t gonna have some awakening.” He moved to the door. “Now, can I please get back to my shitty life, living in my shitty trailer, drinking shitty beer?”

"Hehe. You don't get it. You're not even on your planet anymore. Well, not really."
"You can go back if you want to, but then you'd have to deal with a lot of people trying to kill you and before then you'd really have to get permission from the Regent to even leave The Island in the first place. Trust me, it's a good idea to stay."