The Matters of Power

Chapter 1- A Different View

"Kyiah!" I wake up suddenly from what feels forever, sweat pouring down my neck and forehead. I can't believe it, I'm alive! How?! Nothing is missing from me, I feel "normal" from before, and everything around me is exactly as I remembered it. Wait, where did the crystal go? I look at the pedestal to find nothing on it, gathering dust and almost rotting away. Hold on, it's on my left wrist?! And, I can't get it off of me? Hold on Marcus, breath. I'm confused and conflicted on what happened, but I don't worry too about it, I can just walk out of here while the entrance doesn't suddenly disappear in front of me. Passed the doorway to the outside without anything else happening, good. How long was I out in the tomb? I look to my phone and find that I didn't spend too much time in there, around 1 hour spent (almost dead on the ground). So it seems that I have time before I need to return home, but what I experienced has me questioning many things. Was that crystal holding some sort of power? What about those images that appeared, do they correlate with the crystal?

Maybe, just maybe I have some abilities given to me, but I doubt that is even possible since that would mean supernatural means exist in this world. Still, it couldn't hurt to give it try. I should start with the image that showed levitation-like powers since I think that is an easy power to use to start with. Luckily, I can see the pond nearby so I know I wasn't far from where I found the tomb. Surveying the area, not much is found that I think can be an easy start- oh, here's a feather! A bird must have dropped it here, lucky me. Extending my left arm towards it, I try to imagine lifting the feather towards my hand and let it float there. It makes me look stupid that I would be doing, with nothing happening that I though would happen.

Then miraculously, it actually lifts itself and stays afloat on my hand! I can't believe my own eyes, it's real! That crystal has given me this -psychic- power, completely foreign to what I have lived with. I collapse on the ground in awe with the feather slowly falling with me. What can I do? How can I tell anyone about this? Who should I tell at all?! No no, this is life-changing for anyone, why me of all people? I can hear myself cackle in craziness of all the possible things I can do with this power, all the gains I can achieve that would make someone like me dream in fantasy! Yet... I know I can't go down that path.

I don't want to be those people, the ones who have a better life than those like me. Where looks and judgement can trump any internal abilities that makes this world go round. Abusing these powers would make me no better than those hypocrites, some preaching where looks don't matter or using their own power to deliberately put us down. Makes me think of the famous quote that I have always thought with others. Plato, that man said "The measure of a man is what he does with power." hit me close to heart with all my life when I learned it early. So now, I have an idea what I want to do with my psychic powers: live a better life, help those who were struggling just like me, and most importantly not be a bad guy in abusing them.

I won't become like those bullies, I will show that I am the better man with these powers. For the first time in my life, I stand up from the ground with a new resolve and feel confident in standing up. Looking up in the sky, it starts to darken with evening closing and I realize that I got to start to head home before it gets too dark. It feels good to walk with a purpose, but I still need to learn more about my powers. There were many images that hinted different powers so I have to figure out what they are and how I can improve them over time.

Good thing I have a summer vacation's worth of time before I have to start high school.