Growing up, Xander had made up stories about the X.

They were ten noble warriors who were searching for their lost prince. When they found him, they would protect him, buy him warm clothes, and destroy his enemies.

The stories made going to bed hungry easier, made him feel less alone, and, yes, special. He was a kid. He needed that.

As he got older, he forgot about his stories. On the day Xander found himself surrounded, he had to wonder where the line between his fantasies and an unearthly memory began and ended.