"You get a room to yourself. Once you reach 6 sweeps, you'll be put in with someone else your age. Until now, enjoy the time alone. Meal bells will ring and someone will come get you. Don't think just because you've got a little more power in your body that you own the place. Get dressed. Lunch is soon."

Pollux watched as the giant door shut before him, leaving the room in near darkness. His powers sparked, sending streams of red and blue light across the room. The light flickered on. Interesting, Pollux thought, there was no power switch. Was everything in this place run solely on psionic power alone? He walked over to his bed. Placed there was a yellow and black uniform. The uniform consisted of a yellow pair of loose pants, a pair of black boots with yellow trim, and a yellow shirt with a black sign on it. He took a closer look at the sign. This sign was his. It filled him with a bit of joy, seeing the sign his lusus had given him made into his uniform. He picked it up, quickly changing from his ratty looking cloak to this new outfit. It was a little big. He slid the shirt on over his head, tugging at it, trying to see his sign. It sat right in the middle on his chest. He sat down on the bed, tucking the legs of the pants into the boots like he had been instructed to do. He stood and looked in the mirror.

Two bi-colored eyes stared back at him. He had to admit, they did look a little creepy. Most trolls had yellow parts...but his eyes were completely void of the yellow color. He stuck his tongue out, seeing how the muscle split right down the center, all the way back into his throat. He stuck it out as far as it would go, watching both sides twitch. He spotted something behind him. There was a yellow and black headband laying on the ground in a crumpled heap. He walked over to it, gently picking it up. He had seen psionics around him wearing them. He stretched it over his head, fixing it behind his ears, holding hair from his eyes. He made a distasteful noise, giving it a tug, letting it smack back against his grey skin.

Pollux heard the bell for lunch. A tall, strong looking male came and opened the door to his room, giving him a look over.

"I see you can dress yourself." He said. "Four sweeps and being able to do that...Hnn." The man shrugged his shoulders, grumbling softly under his breath as he led the young psionic to the mess hall.


Days and nights passed quickly. Every day was the same schedule: Wake up at dusk, first meal, training, second meal, training, third meal, lessons, bathing, and bed...wash, rinse, and repeat. It got tiresome.

Before Pollux even knew it, a sweep at the facility had passed. It was the sweep anniversary of his kidnapping. Psionics had come and gone in that sweep. He had lost people whom he had made friends with. Highbloods had taken his friends away. The higher level psionics were bitter towards the young one in their group, and ignored him. He preferred to spend his time alone, standing off from everyone else. He trained in as much silence as he could, since his master would scream at the top of his lungs to shout commands. He was sure it gave everybody headaches.

Even without his yelling, Pollux still found himself overloaded with powers. His psionic, electric based energy caused him a lot of problems. He had gone through six different lights in his room because a sudden burst of power in his sleep had busted the lamp. They told him that eventually he'd have to do everything in his room in the dark if yet another lamp was broken. This didn't bother him. He didn't mind working in total darkness. His eyes, which gave off a slight glow, helped him see in pitch black. It made him have the advantage over his group members when it came to trials based in pitch darkness. He could see when things were tossed his way during training. It was on less bruise he had to deal with later.

Even with these new found abilities of his, something felt wrong. His head ached more than not, and he spent a good majority of his time, when he wasn't in training, in the infirmary being treated by a sweet old brown blood.

"Honey, what's the matter? Do you have a headache again?" Pollux nodded gently, holding the sides of his head as he did many times before. "Lay down, you know the drill." She moved around the infirmary, grabbing a small blanket and a pillow as Pollux laid down on the cot, curling up in a ball. The nurse maid returned, placing the pillow gently under his head, placing the blanket over him.

"You know, these headaches are getting worse. Perhaps I should put you on a medicine regimen?" she shrugged her shoulders, taking a seat next to him. Her long spindly fingers made quick work in his hair, rubbing his temples where it hurt most. She was used to the sparking of psionics, and the shock that snaked up her arm every time she got too close to their eyes. She treated all of these psionics as her own children, making sure each one was taken care of, and with that came the occasional accidental spark or two that sent her head reeling.

"Here, let me get you a little pain killer or something...something to make the pain a little more bearable." She stood, moving to the cabinet, working quickly to find some herbs and some sweet things to sweeten the mixture. She made quick work of mixing and pouring the sweetened mixture into a cup, placing a spoon in the cup before retuning to Pollux's side.

"Here, Pollux. Sit up and take this. I sweetened it with honey, your favorite." She smiled, gently nudging him to sit up. Reluctantly, the small troll sat, his barely open as he gently reached for the cup, looking into the sickly green mixture.

"Ewww groth..." He said, making a face, pushing the cup away.

"Child, it will help you feel better. Eat up. I know you don't like it but it will help your head and nothing else has seemed to work." she sighed, shaking her head. "You need to take this. I know it probably tastes nasty, but come on, you're not gonna get any better with that attitude." Pollux grumbled, taking the spoon and shoving a good chunk of the mixture into his mouth, swallowing it.

"Yuck!" he cried out, trying not to spill the mixture all over the bed.

"Let me get you some water. One moment." She took the cup, setting it down on the table near the cot, before she got up and grabbed him some nice cool water. "Here child. Drink." She sighed, watching him chug the water quickly, obviously thirsty.

"I'm ashamed at them trainers...they should know younglings like you need lots of water and food to live...I'm surprised you're not sicker than you are..." She watched him as he drained the glass, taking it carefully from him, setting it aside. "Lay back down. You need to rest up now." The small Psionic listened, curling up and falling asleep quickly. The nursemaid smiled and gently patted his hair and sighed.

"You're special kid, Real special."