He had recieved a message from mom and dad that morning. The news was...painfull. He couldn't belive that his would ever happen.

He got up early the next morning to take a long run. Ipod pumping music into his ears. He was tryign hard to forget the letter. scrawled by the gods and delivered by eagle. His parent;s calling card. May or Timi would never know of this.

He liked being around the lake. But unfortunately it would give him no solace today. He clenched his fists then extended his index and middle finger. He practied the style he had learned as a boy. Hopefully he could control it still.

Every now and then while practicing he shot a bolt of lightning from the tips of his fingers. He roawed and shot both hands out, fingers extended. He blasted a tree to bits. He dropped to his knees and slammed his fists into the ground making small indentions. How could this be happening. There were rules to be followed, and he follwed every single one.