Prologue 1: The Beginning

Sitting in a dark room in complete silence was a rotund scraggily faced man with pale skin and unkempt hair.

He lay on a worn bed with a tattered mattress, in a room a kin to storage shed.

The man was silent and still, if not for the occasional breath, one would think he was dead. though if you ask the man in question if he was he might say he is.

A knock on the door, rouses the man from his stupor, as he lumbers out of bed. upon opening the door a familiar visage is seen. A rough man that looks to be in his 30's tall and muscular, with a near identical face to the rotund man.

The Rough man opened his mouth," I can't do this anymore, brother. No. I can't do this anymore Austin." He shakes his head clearly struggling to say what he must. "I can't keep acting as you caretaker anymore! Do something, anything for a living! You should have a long time ago!" He huffed and his shoulders trembled.

Austin who had been quietly listening took in his brother's words and picked up a bag he'd prepared before. He knew this was coming and hated himself all the more for it.

Austin slung the bag on his shoulder and slowly walked his way out of the room. As he passed his brother he quietly said," August. I'm sorry I'm me. If I were anyone else you wouldn't have to suffer as you have, thank you." Austin chocked as tears ran down his face. He avoided looking at his brother, as he ran out the door, leaving August to his tears and new life.

Austin didn't have a destination in mind when he fled his brother's home, only forward. As he ran forward holding in tears, he thought, "Why are things like this?" He mindlessly ran as he thought about what led him hear.

The first time he realized something wasn't right was when he was 4. he dropped an apple, and thought, "Why did that fall? Why do things fall?" Is there some force that makes things go down? does it do that because god said it did?"

He only intended to think one of those questions.

When he became aware of the other voices he had in his head that helped him analyze things, they became a hindrance.

When he tried to talk four words would come to him at once, giving him a stutter. When he tried to make a plan of action for anything he would over analyze things and ultimately wind up without the time to make a plan. To top it all off three of the four voices, had a strong sense of pride, and sense self. The last one was the part that caused Austin the most suffering.

The voices bickered and quarreled, but agreed that Austin didn't need help. They were all the help Austin ever needed, as they were the smartest, the ones that cared for him the most, and that others while convenient tools were ultimately irrelevant.

Austin continued to be used by the whims of the voices, for 13 years.