Mathew Tallin, always thought of himself as unlucky. Not that his luck was bad by any means, in fact he was more fortunate then most, but never excellent at anything. Always on the basketball or football team, but never the star player. He got good grades in school, but never was the person who people thought of as a genius. In other words he was perfectly average. However, one a rainy night, it so happened that his luck or lack there of would be truly tested. What felt like lucid dream of stars falling through the windows of his apartment, rain sprinkling against his face and cool gusts of wind thrusting him in the air. Bright flashing lights blink around him, purples and blue, yellows and orange before white takes over. His bed replaced by a soft field of freshly dewed grass, his blankets instead with the warming comfort of a suns rays and his birthday suit, in which he slept in, now tattered cloth, with leathered armor and a bow next to him. The cool winds brushing against his cheeks slowly waking him to what he would for the time being have to call home. This lucid dream, in fact was reality for Mathew now.