Not very long ago, on a day much like today, a teenage girl, about sixteen, gave birth to a son. She was chronically depressed, for the father had left as soon as he heard she was pregnant, so depressed that she died of loneliness just after her son was brought into the world. On that day, as she lay dying, in a voice that was almost not her own  she said, “His name is Quetu Hujsa,” and with those words, passed on to a better life.

Sixteen years later…

“Quetu, hey Quetu get up its time to go!” “At last, it’s time to leave this ridiculous place! Peter, do you know what this means? We can be free, and do any thing we want!” After going through a rough time of being rejected by every parent, Quetu and Peter, his long time friend, were released from the orphanage. Peter had a horrible face and kept a face mask on, and Quetu had the strange habit of reading people’s minds and telling the future. “We don’t have to care about what anyone else thinks now, it’s time to do what I’ve been waiting for my whole life, find out who I am.”  Quetu knew that he wasn’t a normal child, and he had the strangest feeling he had a special purpose for being born. “Peter wait! I’m seeing something…” A child crying, surrounded on all sides by fire, a women screaming outside the burning building. “Quick, follow me Pete!”

    “Quetu no, don’t do it!” It was too late; Quetu had already run inside, knowing exactly where the child was. The flame licked his body, but didn’t seem to affect him. He found the child quickly, throwing him over his shoulder. He drop kicked a window, jumped out and landed perfectly. “My baby, oh my beautiful child! Thank you…” “Your husband was the one who set fire to the house, he tried to kill you. Check in the middle of the floor, there you will find the match with your husband’s fingerprints on it!”  At this, the firemen ran into the house, and just as he said, there was a match. The FBI dusted for prints, and sure enough, they were her husband’s. “I’ll get you who ever you are, you’re no longer safe.” cried the husband. “Surely you know that when your case is presented, they will reinstate the death penalty.”  ”I …” With that, the police car sped away. The next day, Quetu seemed very sad. “What’s bothering you Quetu”  “Peter, you have been a great friend; you are assured a happy after life”  ”What do you mean…” The ground started to shake, and buildings and people alike fell.