Power Swap: Colors of the Wind [Closed]
Oct 10, 2010 17:03:18 GMT -5
Post by Evan Brackett on Oct 10, 2010 17:03:18 GMT -5
Something was up. Evan wasn't sure what, but he was determined to figure it out by the end of the day or at least figure out what his new power was. It was no secret that something weird had happened at Hammel, and now a lot of people's powers had change. And what was better, their control over their powers had changed. That was the important part. If Evan could actually control his ability, whatever it was, then he would be happy. The problem was finding out what it was he could do.
Like most people, he had discovered something was going on a few days prior. That is, he was able to open his dorm room door on the first try. That was weird. On any normal day, he had to fight with the doorknob as his hand slipped through it several times before he could solidify himself and open it. At first he hoped that he could suddenly control his phasing, but when he tried to walk through the door and smacked into it face-first, he knew that wasn't the case. Part of him was afraid that he had no power at all. It was true that he found his ability frustrating at times, but he never wished to not have it. Relief washed over him as the day went on and he noticed other students (and teachers too) facing the same problem. Some of them even claimed to have new powers. If they had a new ability, then he must also have a new ability; he just needed to find it.
As soon as he finished his homework, he darted out the door and headed off campus. Evan wasn't entirely sure how he would discover his new ability, but he figured he might as well be away from public view. Knowing himself, no amount of control would keep him from looking like an idiot, or screwing up and breaking something. That was why he was getting away from the school and away from Pilot Ridge, towards the lake and solitude.
It was on the way that he noticed how the breeze seemed to isolate itself around him. Breezes themselves weren't out of the ordinary for this time of year, but the fact that only the leaves of trees he was passing by rustled was odd. And that the breeze would tousle his hair and his scarf, maybe those of the people around him, but not the people walking on the opposite side of the courtyard or street. When it started to annoy him and he wanted it to go away, the breeze would instantly stop, like it knew it was bothering him. It was from these occurrences that he realized what his new ability probably was, and what he decided he wanted to try first.
The first thing Evan did when he arrived at the lake was look around to make sure no one else was there. Of course the beach was abandoned. It was off season--too cold for swimming--and leaves were already tumbling across the sandy shore. It was the fallen leaves he attacked first, willing the breeze to pick them up and drag them through the air. And it had, just as he wanted it to, and it stopped when he wanted it to.
He knew it. He could control the wind. He could really control the wind; in a way he was never able to control his own ability. And that was awesome. Evan laughed in exhilaration, making the breeze rush by again and pick up more sand and leaves. Then he ran off the beach and into the forest, blowing leaves around himself along the way. Eventually he stopped and stood still, watching as the fall colors slowly drifted around him. This was fun, and so much better than getting stuck in his bedroom every morning.
Like most people, he had discovered something was going on a few days prior. That is, he was able to open his dorm room door on the first try. That was weird. On any normal day, he had to fight with the doorknob as his hand slipped through it several times before he could solidify himself and open it. At first he hoped that he could suddenly control his phasing, but when he tried to walk through the door and smacked into it face-first, he knew that wasn't the case. Part of him was afraid that he had no power at all. It was true that he found his ability frustrating at times, but he never wished to not have it. Relief washed over him as the day went on and he noticed other students (and teachers too) facing the same problem. Some of them even claimed to have new powers. If they had a new ability, then he must also have a new ability; he just needed to find it.
As soon as he finished his homework, he darted out the door and headed off campus. Evan wasn't entirely sure how he would discover his new ability, but he figured he might as well be away from public view. Knowing himself, no amount of control would keep him from looking like an idiot, or screwing up and breaking something. That was why he was getting away from the school and away from Pilot Ridge, towards the lake and solitude.
It was on the way that he noticed how the breeze seemed to isolate itself around him. Breezes themselves weren't out of the ordinary for this time of year, but the fact that only the leaves of trees he was passing by rustled was odd. And that the breeze would tousle his hair and his scarf, maybe those of the people around him, but not the people walking on the opposite side of the courtyard or street. When it started to annoy him and he wanted it to go away, the breeze would instantly stop, like it knew it was bothering him. It was from these occurrences that he realized what his new ability probably was, and what he decided he wanted to try first.
The first thing Evan did when he arrived at the lake was look around to make sure no one else was there. Of course the beach was abandoned. It was off season--too cold for swimming--and leaves were already tumbling across the sandy shore. It was the fallen leaves he attacked first, willing the breeze to pick them up and drag them through the air. And it had, just as he wanted it to, and it stopped when he wanted it to.
He knew it. He could control the wind. He could really control the wind; in a way he was never able to control his own ability. And that was awesome. Evan laughed in exhilaration, making the breeze rush by again and pick up more sand and leaves. Then he ran off the beach and into the forest, blowing leaves around himself along the way. Eventually he stopped and stood still, watching as the fall colors slowly drifted around him. This was fun, and so much better than getting stuck in his bedroom every morning.