Running down the corridor, the woman shoved open the door and stumbled. The three people in the room looked at her. One of them was trying not to laugh. "Avery. What is it this time?" The oldest looked at the woman over her half-moon spectacles. "I think. I found. The One," Avery panted.
The old woman stood up. "Show us."
Throwing her hands back, Avery started to chant: unum ostende mihi, unum ostende mihi, unum ostende mihi. A large floating, glowing orb appeared in between Averys arms. The boy in Latin class showed up on the orb and looked up. All at once the women in the room felt it. An x-raying sensation as though the boy was seeing through the gluey orb and seeing into the women's souls. They shuddered as one. "Did you feel that?" The youngest asked.
The boy looked annoyed now. He moved his hand slowly towards the women with a curious expression on his face. Suddenly his hand slipped through the orb. The women shrieked and stood back, shaking. The boy had put his torso through. He was now in the room looking angrily at the women.
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Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
AcciónThis is kind of related to x-men. Title is from the Wilfred Owen war poem: Dulce et decorum est
