Just as Mr. Raurral finished up his email and closed his laptop it started floating.
"Okay, we need to send him to training or give him 'special treatment' which both you and I know never ends well for children!" Mr. Raurral frustratedly chases his laptop to the living room where his wife and son are, "Look at this, my son is using my own power against me."
"Dear, he's not even two yet, how do you expect a child who can barely walk in a straight line to perform in magic training classes?" Mrs. Raurral manages to put the anxious child to sleep allowing her to catch her husband's laptop.
"Well, would you rather sign him up for 'special treatment'?" Mr. Raurral retrieves his laptop from his wife.
"Of course not! I would never put our child through that."
"Then you know we have no other option," He takes the sleeping child and carefully puts him in his crib, "I'm sorry Darling. I wish there was another way too." As Mr. Raurral turned away from the crib and walked towards Mrs. Raurral the baby started crying and rolling around very aggressively. The couple ran to check on him until suddenly something hit Mrs. Raurral in the back of the head. She turned around to see that everything in the room was floating every which way as if all gravity had just disappeared. As soon as Mrs. Raurral could comprehend what was going on around her, all the power went out farther than she could see and the only form of light for kilometers was the electricity surging through her baby's body.
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The Grey Area of Sater
FantasyWhat's your family history? 15-year-old Graynnon Raurral is trying to figure out just that. Raised in a world he's always known he's never belonged in, Gray moves from foster family to foster family trying to find the right one for him but there's o...
