On an honest note, I can remember quite a bit about how the incident happened. Two totally improbable things happened to me that day, and that pretty much changed the way I lived the rest of my life from that point onwards.

It was mid-semester, somewhere around July or August when it happened. It was in the evening, almost dark, in fact. I remember being out after dinner for a stroll in the park, and I distinctly remember that I was out to try and clear my head from the stress of trying to keep up with studies, duties to the student council and trying to improve my choir.

These few things were seriously beginning to take its toll on me, and the stress was really driving me to the point where I almost took my own life on two separate occasions.

Not really wanting to go to the more crowded areas of the park, lest I get distracted by having to attempt to dodge a soccer ball, basketball, or generally whatever ball that was headed to my face at speeds that could probably knock me out cold upon impact (my face happens to be a ball magnet), I decided to head to the more secluded areas of the park, next to the nearby mangrove swamp where couples would often head out to make out or something.

Sidestepping a used condom on the pavement nearby, I glanced over at my surroundings. As I mentioned before, it was a quiet, secluded area blocked off from the view of most passer-bys.

"Heh, this looks a lot like a place where the Hierarchy might leave a rock or two…" I mused to myself.

A bird flew overhead and caught my attention as it rustled a couple of leaves flying overhead. I found myself somehow longing that I was like it, free to roam the skies with not a care in the world, save being eaten by a snake or something.

"God, I must such a nerd for thinking of Farm's stories like that." I said, bringing my palm up to my face to show my own embarrassment at that particular moment of stupidity.

And then I saw it. Right there, dead smack in the center of the dirt, lying right under a nice, shady angsana tree. A small, bright green object, no less then 50 meters (about 164 feet) ahead of me, laying in the grass.

Could it really be…? No, it can't be… I quickly waved off the thought as I resumed my walk. I felt a little upset over thinking that way, by my rational mind just kept telling me I should not be paying attention to such petty things.

No such thing as rocks that turn people into dragons, let alone dragons, right?

However, my own curiosity and natural fanboy-ism of Farm's works drew me to the object, and in no time I found myself no less than centimeters away from the object.

Bending over to have a closer look, I slowly inspected the rock that was laid out in front of me. It was a small, round, perfectly smooth rock that was laid out in front of me, with it being tinted in a dark green color with very small, oddly-shaped random white stripes the sort of reminded me of tiger stripes.

I spent a good amount of time staring at the small green object in front of me, now considering the possibility of Farm's works actually being real. Minutes turned into hours as I so intently focused on the object, considering the endless possibilities of whether the rock might fit what I was imagining it to do right now.

'Nothing is impossible, only improbable' flashed in my mind for a brief moment before I was snapped out of my self-induced trace by the beeping of my watch, telling me that it was now 8 o'clock, and that a good, solid hour had already passed.

Funny, that means I must have been staring at this for well-over 45 minutes now.

To pick it up, or not to pick it up, that was the question splayed out at me right. On one hand, if I picked it up and it actually crumbled in my hand, my fantasies could probably become a reality in a few seconds. On the other hand however, if I really did that, I could be throwing my life away or even putting my family and self at risk by choosing it.

I mulled over the question for another few minutes before I received a text message from my sister, telling me to go back home soon.

After much decision, I finally mustered the strength to actually decide on something to do. I would hang on to the rock for now and then take more time to think about it, and then chose to either dispose of the rock or use it, provided it was real.

Using a fallen leaf, I quickly slid the rock on top of the leaf, bringing myself to great care so as not to touch it, before wrapping it up and slipping it into my pocket.

I quickly got up and began to leave the park, with wild fantasies of being thrown into adventures like Farm's into my head as I walked back home from the park.

The walk home itself was generally a quiet one, with the only thing to accompany me being the sounds of cars, taxis, and the occasional bus or lorry passing me by as I walked along to sidewalk that lead towards my home.

It was starting to get dark, and I began to speed up. I knew I was probably screwed if I was going to be late in arriving home, so I decided to take a shortcut.

Along the way back to my house was a deserted, unlit street that cars rarely passed by, and was considered dangerous by most pedestrian standards as that road was an old one with no sidewalk to any designated area for a pedestrian to walk whatsoever.

It was a definitely dangerous shortcut that I was warned against taking, but since I was in a hurry, I decided to give it a go.

Changing my pace of a slow walk to a brisk one was I made my way down the creepy, desolated road, I quickly checked my iPhone to gauge the time I had left to make it back to the house. As I was doing that, a few text messages popped into my phone, and I stopped dead in my tracks to answer the messages that were from the student council.

However, as I was doing that, I failed to notice the car approaching me from behind. It was only when I noticed the headlights shining at me from behind and the driver's horning did I turn around, and it was too late. As soon as I turned, caught a quick glimpse of the car, the headlights, and the driver's horrified expression before the car smacked into me. I felt a large blunt force impacting me as I was thrown off my feet, causing me to hit the ground hard before I blacked out.