When everything was packed, which in all honesty wasn't much, we began heading down the path that Imagination marked with purple balloons. It wasn't that bad, even if we ran into the occasional annoying patch of sticky sap or brambles. The only one complaining was, of course, Criticism. "Can I go back now?" He whined. "I wanna go home! ... Leave me here to die!... I'm stuck in the buuuusshhh!" Everytime he complained the answer was always either a facepalm, annoyed sigh, or the suddenly not so bad thought of kicking him in the 'place.' After a lot of complaints, I gladly volunteered to tape a giant smiley face sticker over his mouth.
After a few hours of hiking, Literature, who was walking next to me, stopped me in my tracks. Confused, I asked, "What are you-" "Shh- I hear something..." The whole group was quiet for a moment, trying to hear what Literature heard. Criticism, mumbling through the smiley sticker said, "Mm Dmm hrr amyhng!" "SHH!" Literature whisper-yelled. "Follow me." I shrugged and followed quietly behind her as she pulled out what she called her 'stele' for writing in the air. She quickly scribbled the word, 'Immobulus' in the air and held it in her hand. As we slowly traipsed around the bush, the sound from the distance got louder and louder. It sounded like someone... screaming. But not like scared screaming, like agony screaming. We followed the sound all the way up to a tall tree in the middle of the forest. Beneath the tree, a kid around my age was wrestling with the brambles in the brush. Literature, who had been ready to pounce since she heard the sound, brushed away the word in her hand. "Who are you?" She asked, more curious at the boy's name than the fact that he was being smushed by the bramble bush. "My name's... Mitchel. Can you help me get out of this please?" Mitchel siad between gasps. The brambles seemed to wrap tighter around him the more he tried to get out. "Here..." Literature replied, writing the word 'release' with her stele and blowing it to the plant as if she were blowing a kiss. The brambles automatically shriveled behind Mitchel and let go. "So, Mitchel, how'd you get in this situation? And what's your real name?" Literature asked, helping him up. "For one, Mitchel is my real name. It's Mitchel Trislie. And for two, heck knows how this happened. I was taking a walk when these branches came up and grabbed me." "But, Mitchel's a last name, isn't it?" I asked. I mean, we were supposed to be named after our powers. "Well, not in my case. A long time ago, before super powers were part of a normal genetic code, people's first names were a lot like today's last names. I'm a Bezsilny." We looked at him questioningly. "Bezsilny is a person born without powers." Literature explained. "Oh. Well, that doesn't explain why the brambles got you." I said. "Any ideas, Literature?" I asked. She obviously wasn't paying attention. She was too busy staring at Mitchel to help the situation. "Look Literature I see you think he's adorable, but you have to not be a mindless boy crazy zom." I said. When I said adorable, she snapped around and stared at me wide eyed. "Adorable... I know why!" She exclaimed suddenly. I looked at her questioningly. "I remember reading somewhere that when a Potenzy, or a person with powers, dies, their powers either are bestowed upon the nearest Bezsilny or the effects of their powers are permanently placed upon another Potenzy. When Adorability died, her powers of attraction must've been given to him!" She said excitedly. "That would explain why the brambles wanted to strangle and or hug him..." Romance said. "Does that mean... I have powers?!" Mitchel exclaimed. "I guess so. But, you're gonna have to learn to control them. Well, back to the path guys. We have a job to do." I said, sighing. "But wait!" Mitchel exclaimed. "Where are you going?" "We kinda have some... important... stuff to do." I replied. "Let me help! I can be of good assisstance!" He said, bowing and looking up at Literature, who started to giggle. "Fine. But its not my fault if you end up dead." I replied. He shrugged, winked, and said, "Downsides will be downsides, but the upside to this is much prettier..."
