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Chapter 1: Tom on Peace
Tom was a peaceful boy. At least, he liked to think himself peaceful, until that is when he was not peaceful at all. Then, things got rather ugly didn't they? Or beautiful depending on the perspective. Things would start to rattle and shake when non-peaceful thoughts entered his mind. People would start having hard time breathing; their faces would first take on a pink hue then would take a dive and turn blue. He has never seen what color came after blue, as he was always able to return to a peaceful frame of mind before the situation got too drastic.
Tom knew that nobody else in his orphanage was able to make objects move, nor could anyone else stop another person from breathing with just a thought. Tom also thought himself a very special boy. And that is what calmed him on his not so peaceful moments. He knew he was special, he knew he was better than the rest of them. For, why else would he have these marvelous powers? So, he showed them mercy. He let them breathe, and let them get on with their insignificant lives. He fixed the objects that he has broken during his rage and smiled kindly at the inferior people and pitied them.
Poor, poor creatures, He thought. Then, he would shake his head full of silky black hair and his aristocratic nose would scrunch up in the most invisible manner and he would glide out of the room and leave the occupants in peace.
He was so magnanimous.