New life in Endora

I'm standing ahead of my home. Flames coming out from everything. The door now is nothing more than a bunch of dust. The roof is not there anymore. I would only like to run away from reality. How could this happen? Today morning, I went out to buy something for lunch. It's Sunday, my favorite day, because every Sunday, my grandpa comes to visit me, and he tells me his great stories, although they are never complete and extremely vague. When I left the supermarket, I heard the sirens, wondering what's happened. I noticed the firefighters' cars going to the same direction as where I live. I thought it was impossible, that nothing had happened to my house, but now, I'm not sure anymore in what I should believe. I'm traumatized. I forgot how to move. Inside the house, there were grandpa and my parents. They were the lone people I could call family. Now I have nobody. The police will surely entrust me to mom's sister, I absolutely can't live with her. Every time I visited her, she kept smiling while mom was there, but when we were alone, she used to treat me as rubbish that has to stay on the floor. If Grandpa wouldn't have been there, now I would be staying at his house. Everybody talks about Grandpa Shun as an awesome person. He was very kind and positive. He sometimes talked to me about a land where only few people had been able to go, a land stuck in the Middle Ages, rich of kind-hearted people, royals, but ambitious nobles too. He told me about a group of people who fight for a world of happiness. He never said names. Every time he told me these stories, I always asked the same question: "Have you been there?", and he always smiled with a sad and nostalgic smile, saying: "Maybe one day you'll know". One day, he talked me about a sad prince who became a wise king. At the end of the story, he gave me a bracelet with a picture of a red dragon on it, and he said: "Keep this with you, it's an important family heirloom. I'm sure that our ancestors would like you to take this. Use this to remember that you have to keep thinking positive even when everything seems to be going into pieces, that everything will be resolved". I looked at him with a questioning gaze and putted the bracelet into my trousers' pocket. Thinking about this made me come back to reality. I've decided, I will live as I want to. Wait, how do I want to live? Surely not at aunt Cilia's house. Now I'm panicking even more. Why didn't I stop myself from thinking too much? I'd like to have Grandpa's positiveness. But I know I'm not him. I'm just Leo, Leo Asanaga, a fourteen years old boy who's feeling lost. For some reason, I don't even have friends, maybe because I can be a bit arrogant. I'm getting lost into my thoughts again. Now I have to think about moving before the police will find me. I can hear my heart beating faster. It's telling me: "Run, run, run!" while my body can't answer. Suddenly, a blue light starts shining from my chest. I feel a wind moving my black wavy hair and my violet-blue eyes see something I never thought they would: a huge black tower which corresponds to a tower Grandpa told me about.