The infinite Treck started for my when I was 19. It always started at different times for everyone. My brother had it at 12 and my dad had it at 38. His was going out to get milk but he must not have been very good because I haven't seen him since. The day that the Treck started for me the sky was a light shade of neon green and the sun shone down, green and beautiful. I looked out at the horizon in prayer to Zaria, the god of methane, the resource that all life depended on. As I softly laid out the sacred words in front of the statue of our lord, I heard a voice in the back of my head. I had always imagined that Zaria would be a strong, powerful voice, sparing no detail and never rushing. It was not that way. It was the voice of a little girl, soft and delicate.

"Meet my friend at the bridge on the south side of town in 20," she said.

"Oh god of methane, thank thou for calling upon me for you're sacred mission, I shall not dissa-"

"Bro, shut up, I've got stuff to do," she interrupted.

I was stunned for a second and just sat, staring in confusion. Then, taking her advice, I headed south to the bridge to meet her friend.

Once I got there I only saw one person on the bridge. The person standing there was a boy who looked to be about 7 or 8 years of age.

"Take this and head east, looser," he commanded me, handing me a spear and a bag of food. Before I could ask any questions he had already started down the road, ignoring any sound of surprise I made.

I examined the spear and bag. The spearhead was made out of pure, flawless, vartinable, the most valuable mineral in the galaxy. I stood in awe at the pure, unbridled beauty. I felt the blade to see that it was razor sharp, so sharp that it didn't even hurt when it instantly sliced open my finger, like an envelope. I turned it over in my hand, not believing that it could possibly have been shoved into my grip in such a rushed, nonchalant way. I then turned my attention to the bag. I opened it and examined it's contents. It was nothing special, just some basic food, a few vegetable's, and some broccoli, shipped as an insult from Earth. After examining the gifts from my lord, I thanked her dearly, then started on my way east.

I soon realized that I had no idea where I was heading. I walked and pondered the answer to this question for a couple minutes before finding the answer, or as close as I could get to it. My answer to the question was simple, I would know when I got there. And so I continued to walk. I walked for days and days on end. I would rest only every 5 hours, taking 30 minutes to eat and rest, then beginning the cycle all over again. I must have traveled over 100,000 kilometers. I traveled through the open empty landscape of my planet. I passed several dozens methane lakes, always pausing for a second to pray to Zaria. During the nights the sky was illuminated by thousands and thousands of constellations. Depictions of old heroes, Zeus, David, Markus, Demetrius, all people who had received the calling to the Treck, and achieved and surpassed their expectations. I would always think to myself, "That is where I am heading to, that is who I am about to become," when I saw the depictions of the old warriors. It was the only thing giving me courage to go.

I had walked 3 weeks before I found the outpost. It had no name and no definable shape. It could only be defined as a thing because I could see it, standing ominously and dangerously on the horizon. Upon seeing it I immediately knew that it was what I had been called for, I had to kill it. I walked closer and staked it out.

I was there for days and saw horrors unprecedented ever before. I saw men come out in droves, always dragging a human behind them, kicking and screaming. They would always, every time, drag them and nail their hands to a post, then they would drench them in methane and, before lighting it, scream, "In protection of the heart, in the center, we banish you to Hell," and then set the men alight. That is how I figured out how I was going to kill the monstrous creation, I was going to find the heart in the center, and I was going to kill it, but this was no easy task. I would first have to sneak in.

How I snuck in is truly a feat. I didn't think, at the time that I could do it. I got the idea from watching dargers. Dargers are giant, horse-like beasts with 6 feet long horns on their heads that can break through concrete, should they want to. On that day one of the followers of the heart had gone on a trip to a nearby town. He walked out for about ten minutes before he got tired. He sat down to have food, disregarding the nearby group of dargers. Once he opened his bag of broccoli, sent as an insult from the humans, the dargers immediately caught cent of it. Once they caught sent of it they all turned and stared at the person eating. Then, all of a sudden, charged the man. He got up and tried to run but they were faster, traveling at 50 kilometers per hour. He was quickly impaired, and his corpse trampled. Then I realized what I would do. I would start a darger attack.

I waited until nightfall to put my plan in action. As soon as the green sun fell I crept quickly and quietly over to one of the formless walls of the bastion. Then, carefully, as if holding a bomb, I dropped 3 heads of broccoli by it. And then I ran. I ran the fastest I had ever run in my life as the dargers came charging towards the broccoli. I had barley escaped their field of view when they reached to compound. They smashed through the wall in a fury, looking for the source of the smell. The followers came out, all desperately defending their bastion from the beasts. All failing.

As this cause erupted I was sneaking my way through the front door. Once I got in I walked through seemingly endless, hallways, with pitch black walls and a menacing aura, always going towards the center. Once I got to the center I saw it.

In front of my eyes, I beheld a giant monster, un-paralleled in size to any and far more terrifying. It was long and sleek, oil black and blindingly white at the same time. It's mouth wasn't there, it was just a shredder of razor sharp teeth.

It saw me at once, turning in less than the blink of the eye to stare me in the face. He stopped for what must have been an hour. He stared me in eyes and I stared, terrified, back at him. Then in a sudden outburst of anger at my presence he screamed an ear-piercing yell and whipped his tail around, lightning fast, and threw me thirty feet into the air. I landed with a hard THUD and all of the air was nocked out of me. I wanted to stay and catch my breath but I knew that was a death sentence. I jumped up in a bult and grabbed my spear and immediately got thrown across the room, SLAMMING into the shapeless freak of a wall. I got up, just to be thrown across the room again in a fury. Then again I got up and was slapped into the air, but this time something was different. This time I could hear the monster groan in pain and scream a deep guttural yell at me. I looked at it and saw my spear plunged deep into it's side. The spear was the answer.

I hopped up, ceasing the chance to attack, and ran towards the great beast. I jumped up through the air and grabbed hold of the spear that was sunk into it's tail. It sank in deeper at the force of my impact and the horrid creation of the devil yelled again and whipped it's tail. I held on desperately as I was flung through the air again and again, only being able to hold onto the thing's tail and pray. I climbed up onto the tail and straddled it. Then, working up all of the courage in my heart, I took the spear out of its body and plunged it in a few feet in front of its last location, then again, then again. I slowly inched my way up the tail of the hellish creation, one foot at a time. Once I had reached the neck it was flailing wildly trying to get me off of it. My arms were starting to become tired from the fight and I was loosing my grip. With a sudden outburst from the monster the spear became dislodged from its body and I plummeted downwards. The devil sprang in for the attack and, acting only on instincts, I raised my spear and jumped through its cascade of teeth, my clothes and body getting sliced to shreds, but never dying, and I plunged the spear into whatever I could find. I ripped through organs and blood and tissue and came out through its side, instantly killing it.

I plummeted to the ground as the bastion around me crumbled and disappeared, leaving only me and the night sky. I THUDDED to the ground and survived, only for the grace of Zaria. I rolled over and stared at the night sky, bloodied, disgusting, and bruised, and there in it I saw a new constellation, one of my likeness. Orion.