Another important thing that I should do is look through my memories to see if they are all there or not. And I should probably try and remember what happened the night before I became a dungeon crystal.

So the most important memories that I will look at first are things about me personally. Like my name, which is Wade Smith. A seventeen year old male, if you didn't guess by the name, that lived in a pretty good neighbourhood.

Not that my neighbourhood location matters anymore. So I won't think about where my house was located at from here on out.

My parents are Rolland and Emily Smith. Rolland is my step-dad, but I have known him since I was four years old, so I really don't have any memories of my real dad, so I just call him my dad to make it easier on me and him.

He just loved it when I first started to call him dad when I was seven years old after the incident, but I will get to that in a bit.

His career is a real estate agent. And my mom, Emily, doesn't work at all. The reason is Rolland got super lucky in terms of what area of the city that he sells houses at.

The area that he sells houses at is the 'rich' side of the city. And those houses sell for a crap ton. So the commission that my dad gets from selling them is also a crap ton.

We didn't live in a big house though because none of us never really ever see how much money we have in total. Most of it is in investments that we won't see until my dad retires or I inherit the money from them.

Again, I shouldn't be talking about stuff like that. I will never be able to inherit the money now that I am not even human, or alive in that would in the first place.

Dang it Wade! Stop thinking about that! I am alive right now, that is all that matters. Think about the good side of things.

Not being alive as a human makes it so I won't have to worry about the issues of getting, and keeping, a girl friend. Or wife if I am talking about the long term stuff. Okay, good, these are happy thoughts.

If I had a mirror, or a face to look at, I would currently be seeing a super fake smile. And not of those ones that you see furniture salesmen do when they lie to your face about a 'great deal.'

No I am talking about one of those fake smiles that you would see in a family photo that was taken on a super bad day. Especially if that family photo had a theme to it, like ugly Christmas sweaters.

Oh man, the horror of that ugly sweater Christmas edition family photo last year. It was the same day that I got rejected asking a girl out. And not one of those let down easy rejections.

It was a getting laughed by her instantly, then for a month after that by all her friends rejection. Let's say my parents love the picture, and how 'happy' I was in the photo. They still don't know what actually happened that day, I want to keep it that way.

Now let's try and get back onto the train of thought that I had so long ago before the voice kicked me off of it. Maybe it wasn't that long ago, but it is a good amount of time since I last thought about it.

So to start off I do remember that I did have a heart condition. And that same heart condition is the thing that most likely killed me before I came to this place.

My heart condition is what some, most if being honest, would call a weak heart. And like the name suggests, my heart isn't able to keep up with itself when the heart rate gets too high.

Which causes me to force myself from not exercising too much, and has even caused me two heart attacks in my seventeen years of life. The first time that I had a heart attack was when I was a baby.

At this point in time I can't even remember exactly when it was, but I don't think that I can't remember because of the dungeon thing. Just from it being so long since I tried to remember.

The last time was when I was seven years old and playing too hard with my dog Lucky. He was two years old and my parents went in the house to do something.

When they went inside I played a little too hard while chasing Lucky. Which then lead to a heart attack that was a lot more serious than the first one.

If Lucky didn't notice that something was wrong with me while I laid on the ground in loads of pain, I wouldn't have lived as long as I did. When Lucky was that young, he was a loud barker. This incident is also the reason why I call my dad, my dad.

He was the one to notice, and was the one who drove me to the hospital. What makes this even more heartfelt is he didn't even tell my mom what happened before he sped off in the car towards the hospital.

Let's just say that it is very funny to hear them bring it up every once in a while. Mainly my mom whenever my dad gets excited about something that both of them will enjoy. It goes a little something like: "What are you going to do? Go drive off to do something very important without even telling me?"

Good Wade. Happy thoughts in between the sad ones. That is the best plan to keep your sanity.

So now time to think about my third heart attack. Or at least the one that I think I had. This one is something that I have no idea why it even happened, but medical science has never been able to explain everything, so there is that to think about.

The night before I got here I hung out with my friends all day, and got back home at midnight after the movies. With my dad going to a real estate meeting somewhere quite far away, and my mom going with him for support, they took Lucky to my grandma's place so I won't have to worry about him.

Anyways, after I got home I pretty much was only able to make it to the bed before I passed out. Just before I did fall asleep though, I did feel a slight pain in my chest.

During that moment though I just thought that it was heart burn because of me having too much popcorn during the movie. And my luck is the last movie was some crappy comedy that was just total garbage.

I can't even remember the name of the movie because I didn't like it that much. If I just waited for the reviews after the first opening day I would have read that the only funny parts were already all shown in the commercials for the movie. Fifteen dollars was way too much money for that movie.

At least I didn't get throw into one of those cliché stories where the main character gets thrown into the last movie, book, etc. That they watched before they died. Man would that suck if that happened.

So that heart burn in the end was most likely the start of a heart attack. And I actually had the heart attack during my sleep. Well at least I didn't go through the pain of having another one.

The reason why I am sticking with this theory on why I died, is I don't want to believe other reasons or the other reasons have just way too low of a chance for them to actually happen to me. Like another reason could someone killed me in my sleep.

That wouldn't have happened because of how little money we keep on hand compared to other households that have lots of money. Also my parents never had any enemies, so that reason is gone out the door too.

Well I am starting to get a little sad at all of these thoughts, so I should start to see what other memories that I can remember right now. While making sure that they are happy ones.

With that being said, for the next few hours I only think of happy thoughts. Near the end I was singing the theme song to a long running cartoon about a sponge that lives at the bottom of the ocean.

One of the few songs that I know all of the words to without listening to the music. Oh the good times of me watching that show at the same time as killing most of my brain cells.

Anyways, I finally snap out of singing so I start to figure out what I should do as a actual dungeon crystal.

First off would be finding out how to look around. Or at least figure out if I am actually moving my vision at all. And before I go any farther with this experiment I should mention that I am not going to pay attention to the logic behind anything like how I am seeing right now.

So if I am going to guess on how to move my vision I am going to say that I have to just think about it. Instead of just do it.

Well I would say that I am looking around, but I have no idea. Moving my vision to what I think is right and left, is not changing what my vision is. Maybe I have to move it down?

After a moment of thinking that, I start to see something change in my vision. I can see!

If you remember the faint light from before that I didn't know if it was actually there or not, you will be happy to know that there really is a faint light on the ground.

Or what I think is the ground. Hard to tell when you are floating.

Yeah, I said that right. My body, the dungeon crystal, is floating! Not lying in the ground, or stuck in the ground. It is floating slightly off the ground.

The reason why I know that it isn't in the middle of this one meter cubed room is the light below me is bigger, then the light above me. Well I don't know if it truly is 'below/above' me or not. Hard to tell when you are floating with no real signs of up or down.

Another thing that I noticed is I can look in a three hundred sixty degree motion. There is nothing stopping me from looking directly below myself. It is weird to see the ground without seeing no other parts of my body, even a nose.

Thinking for a moment I realize that I should try and figure out a way to move my vision around even more. Cause in the future I am going to need to see what is happening in my dungeon, and I don't want to just make one massive room with my dungeon in the middle of it.

That would be a very dumb idea for when people want to take my dungeon crystal for reasons that are unknown to me.

How would I change my vision to look from other areas though? I was able to move my vision around my crystal by just thinking about it hard enough, so maybe I just need to do that again?

So after about a minute, I realize that a small clear light green crystal with a soft white light in its core constantly emitting a small amount of light around the crystal has appeared in my vision. And I am just mesmerised by the scene that is this crystal.

Once a few moments I start to think about what this crystal is. Then I start to realize that this crystal is not just any crystal. It is a dungeon crystal, and even more so it is MY dungeon crystal!