Highest Rank: #144 in Adventure. He was 18-years-old when his father died. He was also 18-years-old when he received his powers, one of which was the ability to manipulate metal.
After running into the city of Politum, Tyzon Foster is kidnapped by...
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I never thought that this neighborhood of all neighborhoods would inhabit thieving criminals whom could jack a car in broad daylight. Instead of making the world's loudest temper tantrum, I recognized that it was my own fault and it had negatively affected no one but myself. I guessed that it was for the better as I had not yet thoroughly gone through the experience of being behind the wheel and it was healthier to walk, plus, I did not want to be caught in a car with blood almost everywhere in the driver's seat, which made me recognize the carjacker's bravery, or desperation.
Soon, I started to come to my senses and realized the reality of the situation that somehow suddenly halted my mind. I was overwhelmed by my extraordinary situation. With temporarily blinded senses, I chose to run in an instinctive direction away from the house, not turning my back once, as my father said.
Carrying with me a switchblade George had given me about the size of my entire hand for protection, I somehow ended up in the city and so I entered an alleyway where I was sure it had been safe and was also far away from my home. Sitting on the dirty ground with my head bowed down, I was still sniffing after my dad's passing. At one point, all of my thoughts about the future and my dead father blended into one conception. That, and a mere look at my hand with George's dried blood, made me vomit without warning.
This forced me to move down the alley by a little to avoid the sick, but by moving out in the open more, I became acquainted to the public eye. I was more ashamed because of this and so I sunk my head deep within my knees to hide my shame. Though the situation may seem humiliating for me, there came an advantage to this for what followed was the first person willing to drop a coin for my troubles.
The coin landed onto the ground and on top of a newspaper, which was not relevant to me at the time. As the subtle sound of a coin drop was heard, I withdrew my head from my knees only moments after the woman walked away, so I was unable to thank her in time. Though I had not struggled with resources such as money, the coin gave me hope of a brighter future, with the help of Lincoln on the coin face and the words, 'In God We Trust', and the word, 'Liberty'. Although it was supposed to be a means of a catharsis, the word 'liberty' seemed like a lie to me at the time.
Eventually, I became bored with gazing at Lincoln's face and lovely beard and was curious to see the other side of the coin, so I picked the coin up. As I was reaching for it, I had no idea that within the next split second I would have one of the weirdest but most exciting experiences of my lifetime. Completely oblivious to what would happen next, I touched the edge of the coin with just the tip of my index finger.
What happened next could not be specifically described in words, as there was a flurry of bizarre images surpassing my line of vision, which my mind was too underdeveloped to translate. I immediately withdrew my hand from the coin, making the images instantaneously disappear, thereby placing me back into the real dimension. Somehow, the coin managed to shift away from the paper to fully show the newspaper's headline about the missile nearly devastating Maine and the revelation that it was only a hoax. I read the title, "'Missile in Isle au Haut' or 'Miss Isle, a Hoax'?"
