Snippet #2258337

Max A. Proven

Max wondered around the open field gazing at the grass as the wind blew it in one simple motion. He was intrigued that he could control something so powerful but yet so calm. He surprised himself sometimes, more or so than he thought. He felt as the wind hit him full force causing his jet black messy hair to fly back and dance in the wind.

There was nothing better than being outside on a windy day and feeling the rush, of the breeze passing through you, or so that's what Max had thought. Sure there weren't any major storms like typhoons or twisters. But it was just as enjoyable. He looked towards the house where he now resided along with 6 other people besides himself.

"Oh well, I guess there's no way around it. It's probably about time for lunch." Max stated as he began walking towards the house in hopes of something good being made for their lunch. The man who had taken all these "gifted" people was seemingly awkward himself. He didn't have any powers but it's like he can tell whats going on around him just from the small things. The Mentor had found Max at school, after hearing about all of the incidents and meeting Max. He was certain that Max should come with him for whatever reason Max was oblivious to.