Unleash the Power: Journey Prologue

Chapter One - New

The bird chirping whistled in the morning air. Summer heat covered the town, water was in the midst. On every block, every person was enjoying themself. Some swimming and shooting others with water guns, others reading and writing. This was the perfect day, but not truly for all.
Three kids, separate bedrooms. They awoke, meeting each other in the hall, the sunlight shining inside.
Maranda had a deep grin on her face.
"Ready?" She asked. Israel, the second, was smiling, yes, but not as much as her. Instead his fists were shaking midair, showing he held pure excitement.
"Oh yeah," he replied. "Let's do this!" The third, the cat, stood in between them, cleaning her paws and purring against the legs of Maranda, her rightful owner. The cat was young, just as the kids were.
Later on, the three were downstairs, eating breakfast. Not exactly what they planned, but the plan was shut down by Israel's father. The man was important; a billionaire in the biggest company out there. Though he was selfish with his money. Israel always would wonder why.
"Okay, after this, we go and get our special tools?" Maranda asked, finishing a bite from her cereal bar.
"Yeah," Israel responded, standing and walking his bowl to the kitchen sink. The whole house smelled of new furniture, but then again, there was always a new chair or couch being bought. He returned to Maranda to see her shoot the wrapper into the trash can from afar. He sighed and smiled. "I keep telling you you need to play basketball."
"Eh, too much of a manly sport. I'd rather play tennis with the out-of-shape and middle aged men and women." The two giggled and approached the door, the cat, Cookie, was at their feet, purring all the while. Now it was time for summer fun, the rich kid way.

After chasing each other down with water swords, the two relaxed under the porch, shade overhead them both. Cookie was out of sight - most likely at her cat house.
"Man, now what?" Israel gulped a chunk of saliva down, sweat buds running down his face. The sunlight illuminated the porch steps; the two had no intentions to step out further. "We've had all the fun we could possibly have." Maranda shrugged, panting. She ran her left arm over her forehead, sweat damping her elbow up.
"Let's-" She was cut off by Israel's high-pitched and sudden gasp. "What?" Israel hopped up, bouncing past the sunlight, into the grass bed.
"Look!" He cried. "They look like gems." He was right. They were crystals, clear as day. His eyes fixed on an ocean-teal gem. He swung his hand forward, sweeping it up. "I'm keeping this." But then he felt. . . odd. He felt as if power had just surged through him and he just got buff from the gym. But he looked completely normal. The same middle-schooler he always was. "Wow." He whispered, grinning. Maranda raised a brow, still sitting slump in her chair. She wouldn't dare step out into the stifling summer morning heat.
"What? Did you see something?"
"No, I-I felt something. Something great." His head turned towards two more gems, the colors blazing in the sunlight. One was pink and one was yellow. "This is weird. . . but cool!" He thought the ground would now be dazzled with gems. He thought the world would be, too. But not exactly.
Maranda, tempted to touch a gem, rose from her chair and ventured by his side, overlooking the pink crystal.
"Touch it," Israel suggested. "Maybe you'll feel the same thing I did." Maranda nodded and crouched, placing her hand on the gem.
Her legs burned and tingled. Her face went pale. She looked ill, but only for an instant. Then. . .
. . . it was okay. She shook her head and stood straight.
She laughed.
"I couldn't feel my legs for a second there," she giggled. "Strange." Cookie slid to their feet and immediately began pawing the yellow gem. She was playful again, so of course she'd touch something random.
"Let's just back inside," Israel said, still clutching the gem. He went back in, a yawn escaping from his mouth, somehow. Maranda tickled the cat's belly, making the cat playfully strike her hand.
"Let's go, cook," she said, stepping up the steps and opening the door. The yellow gem lay there, still and burning hot in the sun. Above it, an old man. His wrinkled eyes curled as he watched the children depart. He shook his head and laughed a low chuckle.
"Telekinesis, strength, and speed. The chosen ones. They must know. Sooner or later."