A/N: Okay~ So welcome to a colab by me and Samstar1990, we hope you enjoy, this first chapter is by PoodlePop and with Antonio as the central character, the next will be by Samstar1990 and have Lovino as the central character. Enjoy~~

Chapter 1: My Initiation.

"Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo."

The small 10-year old boy trembled before the council, hands clinging to the edge of his sleeves. He'd just got back from school and hadn't managed to get changed out of his uniform before the woman had arrived. Antonio remembered how distinctly she smelt of perfume, like a meadow of flowers, with beautiful blonde hair and a motherly smile on her face. She now sat up with the council, still smiling down at him whilst the elderly woman in the centre addressed him.

"Pay attention, dear."

"Yes ma'am!" Antonio's eyes snapped back to her, shaking again, still unsure as to why he was here.

"You're 10 aren't you? When's your birthday, dear?" Her eyes pierced the small Spanish boy's, wrinkles creasing as she scrutinised him.

"Uhm… Mi cumpleaños es en doce de marzo…."He fell back into his native tongue in his nervous state, "I-I mean…" he looked up apologetically to the elderly woman, hoping he hadn't irritated her further by speaking Spanish.

"The twelfth of march, it's okay, I understand…" She smiled for a moment, eyes retreating back to the book that was in front of her, scanning over the details through her reading spectacles. "Do you know why you're here Antonio?"

"Uhm…"

No, he had no idea why he was here, his mother seemed happy to see him going, seemed both relieved and happy for him, but now he was here he was getting more and more of the feeling that this was bad, or that he had done something bad. Looking back down to his shoes he kicked them nervously against the wooden floorboards.

"24th July, 3 years ago, you stopped your younger brother from snatching a toy from you, you pinned him to the wall for an hour before your parents caught you playing happily playing by yourself, your brother on the other hand was crying his eyes out…"

Antonio's eyes snapped back up, swallowing, they knew about his abilities! Was it going to be like what his papa had said when he left? Was he going to be thrown in a car and taken away to a loony house? That had made Mama cry…

"28th of March, 4 years ago, you made a boy who couldn't swim jump into a pond because he threw your bag in there."

That was the stupid kid's own fault, and the blame had entirely been put on him. He'd been bullied by that kid for weeks. His stuff would be stolen, or he'd be pushed over during playtime, once after gym he'd found his school trousers in the bathroom, soaking and forced to go home in his gym shorts.

"10th of August, 6 years ago, you threw a tantrum and made an ice cream man give you a flake on your ice cream cone free of charge."

Red rushed to the child's face as a small chuckle escaped the old woman's thin lips. He was 4 at the time! He wasn't aware he could do those things! He hadn't meant to! He couldn't even eat the flake after that; he gave it to another child because he had felt bad.

"A-Am I in trouble?" Antonio asked timidly, looking at the floor. He hoped he wasn't in trouble, he really hoped he wasn't. He hated being in trouble, being in trouble made him cry because that meant people were going to yell at him. "I-I didn't mean to do it, honest! I was just upset—"

The older woman held up a hand, silencing the small boy as she continued.

"9th of November, 1 year ago, you made a businessman jump out of the way of a car that he was unaware was approaching him"

Antonio had only really shut his eyes when that happened, it was so immediate and all he wanted was for it not to happen as his mother gasped and covered his brother's eyes.

"31st of August, 2 years ago, you pulled your brother's ball out of the fast running river when he dropped it over a bridge."

Antonio frowned, that one was different, that one wasn't about controlling other people, so they really knew everything about him…

"1st of January, 7 years ago, in the early hours of the morning your father returned home drunk, your mother approached him, they got in to an argument and you snuck down out of your bed worried when you heard a scream… you single handily stopped your father in his tracks from… well, quite the brave one when you were little weren't you?"

Antonio's brows crinkled as he looked up at the old lady and the woman who smelt of flowers again with confusion, was he not being told off? He was confused. Why were they listing all the times that he'd used his powers? He didn't understand. The blonde lady smiled warmly at him, as the others all watched the elderly woman. What were they deciding, why was he here?

"U-Uhm… Senora Book Lady, Ma'am…" Antonio shifted impatiently, "I… I'm sorry if I did s-something wrong… r-really I am… I.. I guess I can stop… I'll never do it again, I swear!"

"It's okay, Antonio… You haven't done anything wrong." Now the old woman was smiling at him, she seemed kinder than he had first seen her, her eyes were no longer piercing but warm and sparkling, bright blue like the ocean. Her hair, though whitened with age had hints of earthy brown, making it warmer, and glows in the low amount of sunshine that was in the room. She leaned back in her chair comfortably and her smile remained, "You are a gifted child and clearly in the ownership of a kind and honest heart, even with the mistakes you've made in life, mistakes that any child makes and learns from."

Antonio watched in a strange mix of confused awe.

"Here, Antonio, we run a school exactly for children like yourself; gifted and good children. We can help you learn the lessons that you'll need not only for life, but to control your abilities and to help build our community we've made for ourselves." She closed her book, placing the reading glasses down. "That is if you want to be part of our school dear."

The small Spanish boy of age 10 stared at the elder woman, surprised at the offer, he turned and looked at the other council members, all of which were now smiling at him, waiting for his answer.

"Do I get to stay with Mama?" He asked, remembering his mother and baby brother back home.

The older woman regarded him with a soft look, "There are means in which we can let you stay with your mother for the first couple of years whilst you get used to the new school, it won't be a problem."

Antonio bit his lip, looking around again before nodding.

"Well then Antonio, welcome to your new school."