Sebastion came to my new home, and told me he had some news: my power had a name. Well, not really a name, but more a reference. It was 'the power of the dark ones'. When he said dark ones, I knew I was in for trouble. It's always the one with dark abilities that breaks, and gets seduced by the dark forces. Maybe even tries to kill his friends. I must have made this clear, because he stopped and asked if I was alright.
"I-I'm fine... Please... Tell me." I said, shakily.
So he did.
"This ability was passed down with a process called 'stress-testing'. When did you first find out about your ability?"
"When... When I almost killed my Dad defending Mom."
I felt the anger fill me as the memories flooded my mind. The emotions, the strength.
"I... I see. That was your stress test. It proved you could work under high stress and anger, and so the power passed to you."
"I see..."
I breathed out, controlling the feelings those memories gave me, and how my entire world was toppled on the same day. That was all he had came for, so after that, I brought out the training dummy again.
This time... I broke it. Completely.
I leaped into the air with extreme determination, raising my clenched, glowing fist as I did so, and my hand almost rippled through the air, creating an enormous gust of wind as my curled hand slammed into the head of the dummy. A large tearing sound was heard, then the entire dummy shattered, and I realised my entire body was glowing. As I calmed, it stopped, and I used my telekinesis to fix the dummy.
At this point, I moved it back into my cupboard and just stood outside, feeling the breeze in my black hair, as I cooled off from everything.
Dark magic. Bad news.
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Until Dawn
FantasyFourteen-year-old Jacob Green isn't your average guy. Not crazy about dating, not highly into going to the gym and lifting heavy weights. He's more like that person on the sideline that never gets noticed. When his friends begin to grow distant, he...
