Please don't eat me

Please Stay Focused

  Hector and I left Mr Wilson in his office, Hector leading me back the way we came. We passed the teenagers, walked down the stairs and came to a stop at the foot of them. With my necklace back on me I could feel Hector's intimidating soul once more. With his broad back to me and his crimson soul blasting against my face I only felt nervous for how any lesson with him would go.

  Instead of us continuing down the hallway or stepping into one of the classrooms, Hector surprised me by stepping to the other side, on our left. There was a door there I hadn't noticed, one that blended almost seamlessly with the wooden walls if it wasn't for the golden handle. Without looking back at me, Hector opened it and walked in. Silently, I followed.

  The room was larger than I expected, with soft, white walls giving off a soothing impression. It was sparse and bare, save for a few chairs screwed into the far wall and a table set up on the side.

  "Take your bag off." Hector said. "Along with the necklace. This room is shielded so nobody will sense your soul." He closed the door behind me, and even though he didn't lock it I felt trapped.

  I took off my bag slowly, watching him as he walked along the walls, pressing different parts of them. I watched as sigils began glowing on them with unknown power. I wanted to ask him what they were for but couldn't find my voice. So, I simply took my bag off and went for my necklace.

  "These sigils are to keep control over the flow of spiritual energy," Hector explained from the other side of the room, still lighting them up. "In the beginning of our training, you will lose control often. Don't worry. These sigils will make sure you don't hurt me or yourself."

  I nodded, looking at him as he came to me and took the necklace off. Power flooded off me, swallowing up his presence as it lapped up against the walls. I watched the sigils glow brighter and grab the dregs of my energy, slowly circulating passing them along the walls, forming a spiral around us.

  "Okay, this is good." He nodded as he looked at the walls and then looked back to me. "Move over to the chairs and sit down. Our first lesson is about to begin."

  I thought back to what those children were doing and wondered if we were going to start with some similar. I felt kind of excited with the idea of doing something that beautiful. Although, most of the other colours were suppressed by my own turquoise. 

  "Are you going to teach me to do what those kids were doing?" I asked. I hadn't sat down yet, found it too awkward while he was already like a giant to me. "With those rings?"

  "Not yet." He said, noticing that I remained standing yet said nothing about it. "Today I just want to teach you the basic fundamentals of what you'll be learning."

  "Okay." I chewed the inside of my mouth, thinking if I should say it before going ahead. "Well, Mr Wilson has already taught me a few things while I was still in the hospital."

  "Has he now?" Hector said with a raised eyebrow. "I imagined he'd do something like that. So, what did he teach you?"

  "Not much." I thought back to those moments in the hospital, whenever I wasn't being accosted by friends and family or interrogated by Shamans, Mr Wilson would come. Sometimes he'd bring me a snack or a book so I wouldn't get bored. And I remember those lessons he gave me. "He just didn't want me to use my powers by accident."

  Hector then began to rotate his hands around each other, and I watched his spiritual energy begin to drip and form like honey running into a bowl. I paused, watching with curiosity as he formed a spiralling ball of dark red and left it spinning in mid-air.

  "Don't mind me," he said, his eyes still focused on me as he began to form another ball. "Tell me what he taught you."

  "Uh, okay. Well, he just didn't want me to lose control, so he taught me," what did he call it again, "um, I think he called it the Law of Movement and, uh –"