Seven years ago, a boy was born and at that same moment, a man died. The boy’s name was Matt, and as for the man, you will find out soon enough. Now Matt was born on an island, by the name Goldrode. It was not a rich island nor were the people who lived there. It was just simply an island by the name Goldrode. Just months after he was born his parents split-up. His mom went east, his father west. But nether took him. A young girl who brought the child to her grandfather had found him the next day. Her grandfather did not have room for him let alone time, nor did anyone else. So he took him to the island’s farmer, Jose. Jose was a grumpy middle-aged man especially after losing his brother who died a few months before. By the time Matt was five years old Jose had him working in the fields and tending to the animals. The town’s folk knew about this though they did nothing. And this is because it put food on their plates and money in their pockets. So I am here to tell you about seven year old Mathew who has no last name, has not had parent’s love nor many belongings. The one thing he did have was a guardian.



…We are all born that is our only similarity in life. Yet each being has their true end. Only a handful man have had their end, and then their true end…and this is the story of how Matt reseved both.