Chapter 1: A Walk on the Beach
The gentle sea breeze passed over the coast of the Nowhere Islands. The mist that drifted in the air had obscured the rising sun and allowed only the sounds of the waves to make themselves known. Cerulean Beach, where the citizens of Tazmily Village once visited and a place where it was once a big tourist attraction, almost seemed abandoned as if not a soul had set foot on its fine sand for years. Very few still tread this beach and rarely anyone entered this early in the morning the exception being one boy and his dog.
This boy wore a striped red and yellow shirt with matching color sneakers. He had white socks that went halfway up to his knees and dark blue denim shorts. His most curious and unique feature was the way he styled his blond hair, which was usually combed to the right side of his head in a pompadour and ended in a pointed quiff. This style was not entirely his choice since he could only work with it so much and it took on this natural shape. His dog was a chocolate labrador that had an orange bandanna tied around his neck.
One would wonder whether he was cold or not since the mist alone would have been enough to make it seem like one's cheeks were slapped red, but the cold did not bother him. He hardly noticed it considering he had once hiked up to the pinnacle of Snow Cap Mountain wearing nothing but the same attire. He had visited that mountain on more than one occasion since then and had never worn appropriate clothing. What he had encountered there was enough to make his adrenaline rise and was the reason that he did not need to worry about being cold. But this didn't mean his body was insensible and wasn't affected by the weather. He still hid his hands in his pockets for warmth. All in all, he had grown accustomed to different climates.
As he walked along the shoreline, his sneakers leaving zig-zag pattern shoe prints behind him in the sand with every step, something that seemed round and smooth buried in the sand caught his attention. It was a little ways ahead of him and continuing at the same pace, he walked up to it. He stopped right when the object was in front of him. Not wanting to remove his hands from within his pockets, he kicked the object gently enough to flip it over and out of the sand. Just as he thought, it was a Dolphin Ossicle. His dog cautiously tilted his head downward, sniffed it, then gave his tail a wag and looked up at the boy. He saw the boy's stern face which was not the expression he was expecting from his owner. The dog was confused. He had walked with his owner hundreds of times on this beach and not once had he ignored a dolphin ossicle when he found one. He would have picked it up and put it in his pocket to add to his collection. It had been months since they had last seen one wash up on shore which made it more of a reason to pick it up immediately.
The blond looked up and continued walking, leaving the dog beside their finding. Seeing that his owner had not picked up the small bone, the chocolate lab picked it up instead. As if the boy had eyes in the back of his head, he paused and without turning around muttered, "Leave it." Now he was more confused than before and gave a quiet whine of objection as he tilted his head to the side. This made the boy turn around and with a louder voice said, "Drop it Boney." Hearing his name, spoken with a drop of venom made the lab feel uneasy and he obediently set the cream-colored bone down gently on the sand.
The boy sensed this emotion coming from his dog and had immediately regretted his tone. He had no intention of sending that negative vibe and had his reasons for leaving the beach untouched. He knew people would begin settling down again and would return to this beach leaving a trail of belongings and litter behind them. He wanted to preserve its natural state for as long as possible before this happened. Leaving his footprints down didn't matter knowing the waves would comb them away. But he wasn't about to take anything from its sand. He wanted to find it just the way it was before it was touched by human beings the next time he returned.
This idea bothered him and he continued pondering it until another thought returned as the main subject in his mind. It was the reason he decided to leave home so early in the morning without letting his father know where he was going. Not that he cared anyway. He had an unsettling dream of some sort but details of it escaped him. He woke up in a cold sweat panting heavily and had felt feverish and sick to his stomach. Eventually when he got out of bed, he ran outside and heaved on the bushes next to the sheep pen. He did not want to be sick in his house. His father was still doing some repairs in their home. As he took steady steps, it troubled him that he could not remember the reason for why he had woken up with a start. He knew it was a very unsteady dream but not bad enough to be a nightmare. There were those night terrors that would wake him up sometimes about the islands collapsing and that he had woken up to often but had never resulted in feeling this specific fever. Nor had they been this disturbing.
Usually, there was not a cure for these types of fevers. The best he could do was walk them off. The hot-springs scattered around the islands worked wonders and could cure any ailment but for some odd reason, could not help him overcome his fevers. Another question was why he had gotten a fever in the first place. A fever of this caliber meant only one thing . . . And he thought it would not be possible since everything had been calm for the past four months and he had not been required to fight. Fighting lead to gaining experience in battles which in turn, helped him realize new abilities. These abilities were followed by overcoming the same type of fever he had now. Was it possible to become aware of more powers without doing anything? He hadn't used them recently in the slightest knowing that his father, along with many others of his village, did not feel comfortable being around him when he did perform them. He thought that after he had pulled the final Needle, he had reached his maximum potential. The power that flows through the islands of this earth had combined with his own power and heart. But was there more to his abilities? He made a mental note to ask the Princess later.
He made his way down the beach, his nausea beginning to settle down but a headache took its place. He stopped and looked to the ocean hoping it would relax him. Through the dense fog, he was able to make out the circle that was the rising sun. Boney had caught up and sat down beside him. The boy felt slight concern emanating from his loyal companion. Not wanting to speak out with his voice for fear of losing the tranquility that hung in the air, the blond let his thoughts echo, I'll be okay. The brown dog seemed to understand but it did not lighten up his feelings. He had sensed that something was troubling the boy in the last few days. He pulled his ears down with a silent whine and turned to the direction of the ocean.
They looked at the calm waves together, watching as the pebbles were pushed to the beach and out of the water with every wave. Now and then, a sea shell would wash up. He let his eyes close, trying to allow himself to relax. He could hear the seagulls cawing above him, and made out the term "fish" and "water". Sometimes it was difficult to understand what those avians meant to say, seeing from experience they were not the cleverest of birds. He recalled once trying to get directions from one of them and the bird completely went off topic ranting about how much he disliked pelicans. He couldn't get the bird to go back to the subject. The boy had found it quite humorous and was unable to get a proper answer from the bird. He learned his lesson the hard way that day and made sure that if he was going to get advice from birds, it would have to be sparrows. He stuck to asking sparrows for advice from then on. This memory made him smile and Boney noticed. His ears perked up and he jumped on the boy, knocking him down onto the sand and began to lick his face.
"Ha ha, Boney stop!"
"Ruff rruuff rrowwoof!" Which the boy translated to, (Too late, you're smiling!)
"A-alright s-stop, stop! Get off!" he said through his laughing as he pushed the chocolate lab off of himself.
He didn't want to admit it but this did make him feel better. He sat up, shook off the sand from his hair and looked into Boney's playful eyes. Their eyes deadlocked onto each other and seemed like the start of an unofficial staring contest. As the blond's eyes began narrowing, a low rumbling sound emitting from his stomach broke their tense stare.
"Waaooffrroww? (Omelets?)
"Hey I'm supposed to be the mind reader here!" He joked. Clutching his stomach, he stood up before a larger wave reached him. He had made it just before it splashed inches from where he had been laying. Standing up made him realize that his stomach was completely empty seeing that he had been sick on the bushes just outside of his house.
By showing one small smile, he allowed his dog to find a weak spot on his serious barrier. Boney always found a way to cheer him up. This had also allowed the headache to diminish slightly though he still felt the intensity of his fever. There was nothing he could do about it so he just had to wait it out and allow it to pass.
But there was something he could do about hunger and Boney had given him the idea. His furry friend was right about the choice of food and it had been a while since he had made any. It was decided, he was going to prepare omelets! They walked off of the beach together and the boy asked, "Any idea where we can get some Fresh Eggs?" He knew Thomas's store was not open this early in the morning so he had to find an alternative way to get his ingredients.
The canine tilted his head to the side as he pondered then finally responded, "Woof rufff rowff?"
"Sunshine Forest? Well we haven't been there in a while maybe-oh wait the hot-spring! Maybe she is still there!" The boy had the urge to run straight into the forest. "You're right Boney, let's go!" He turned around and started running only to suddenly stop and put his hand over his forehead to wipe the sweat off as he panted heavily. He placed his other hand over his knee for support. His vision grew blurry so he shut his eyes tightly and moaned, "Aww this fever!" He opened one eye to look at his dog. "Looks like we have to walk all the way there buddy." He gave him a weak smile and a pat on the head. Boney took off his handkerchief that was around his neck and offered it to the boy with his tail wagging. The boy took it and tied it back around Boney's neck. "Thanks for the o-offer but I-I'm good." He straightened himself and continued onward, with the brown dog close behind.
They headed to the center of town to find the route to the forest entrance; the fog was beginning to clear up. The sun had risen higher and now seemed to shine yellow instead of the darker orange from before, seeming closer to a golden yellow. They went northwest to the entrance of the forest. It had been weeks since they had ventured out in there. The Princess of Osohe Castle had sent him on a scouting mission just on the fringe of the forest. Villagers had reported suspicious activity related to some unimaginable creatures. These semi-organic animals seemed they were the product of some sick child's imagination. Some were made up of two or more animals and sometimes would be combined with machine parts or plants. They were known as Chimeras, and were the product of the Pigmask Army meddling with the peaceful creatures of the forest. They were all thought to have been driven away after the . . . Event . . . As long as he had searched for, they found no evidence of any creatures in the area. The forest had never been the same since.
These Chimeras were extremely dangerous and would unwillingly attack any civilian they would cross paths with. Fortunately there had not been victims of attacks since they ended the plans of the army. If there was a dangerous situation, it wasn't anything the blond young boy couldn't handle. He had faced tougher opponents in the past even without using his trusty stick.
The duo found the path that lead to the forest and proceeded with caution; they had to be wary in case anything would ambush them, this was more out of habit. Depending on the enemy, some would sneak up from behind or go for a frontal assault. Having a fever meant the boy could not run past them. He actually found satisfaction and fun to charge and bash into enemies. There was something about causing slight trouble that he found enjoyable like the time he vandalized a sign to say, "Hot dog" instead of the word "dog" on its own. It was something that his brother would have done and in performing these actions, made the blond think of him. As they walked to their destination, to their right was the Prayer Sanctuary which was rebuilt after . . . He could see just above the entrance was a symbol that appeared to be two dragons, a black and white one, forming a circle. Both seemed to be after one another's tail in an infinite loop. He stopped just a few feet in front of the entrance and looked at the symbol, now having a better understanding of what it represented. He looked more towards the black dragon, some distant words echoing in his mind. Boney at his side snapped him out of his stare by tugging on his shirt and growling. "Oh right, sorry." He turned and followed the path with Boney leading the way, not wanting to turn back.
They had reached their destination; Sunshine Forest though the name was ironic now, there didn't seem to be any sun. What was once a peaceful forest had become barren with seemingly no sign of life and the life that previously inhabited it was artificial. The atmosphere was somewhat eerie as there was still quite a bit of fog in the forest. Considering the slight possibility of Chimeras still lurking around instead of the peaceful forest creatures, made the title seem less fitting. They were not headed deep in the forest, just a ways into the entrance. The two passed a large wood archway and turned left. They saw the remains of an abandoned house that once belonged to a man from the village named Isaac. He had not left his humble abode because of the . . . But before these events when he said he joined the Pigmask Army. Isaac was one of the few who lived in the forest at the time and he would provide antidotes free of charge to treat snake bites if anyone needed them. That was no longer an option for those who entered and would find themselves in trouble if they had been poisoned. The small sturdy house that consisted of a single room had now begun to decay and wild plants now covered much of the exterior. If one were to look closely, a sign that was hardly readable was still in place on the door; a final message of farewell from the owner.
Just ahead was their final destination. A sign with a familiar symbol greeted them; the hot-spring closest to the village. They had used them so many times before for relief. When one entered its hot water, it was as if all of their troubles had been washed away. The hot-spring that was located here was covered by a canopy and it made it seem like a sauna. The trees seemed to create natural walls around this clear area. It was hard to breathe the thick air upon entering and the dense fog made it so it was difficult to navigate. One could understand why Isaac had chosen to live around here. The boy was not here to enter the hot-spring though. Besides the fever, nothing seemed to be ailing him anymore so he thought he would skip a dip in the hot-spring and focus on the reason he came all the way here. He went over to the other side across from the warm pool of water and called into the trees.
"Hello, is anyone home?" He waited a minute for a reply. When there was none, he said, "Hello . . ? Hmm maybe she doesn't live here anymore Boney." He looked down to his dog who was sitting waiting patiently. "Hm I guess we tried, let's go back Boney, we will have to wait until Thomas's store opens to see if we can get what we need." The brown dog barked in agreement. As they turned around, they heard the sound of leaves rustling wildly. They both jumped back and readied themselves for what was to come.
"Bok bok bokAACK!" (Who keeps screaming this early in the morning? I gotta catch up on my sleep ya know!)
"Oh I'm sorry, I thought you were usually awake at this time."
(Not today Mister! I have been busy, busy for the past two days. Even an old hen has got things to do!)
A head popped out of the rustling leaves in the tree. It was covered in white feathers which were fluffed up. The boy felt irritation among other emotions. The head belonged to a snow-white chicken whose crest was flushed red. It could have been because of anger but it was difficult to tell.
"Cluck boook bok bok." (Hey you're that boy who-was-it, Ryu-ka or something.) She said as she hopped down from a branch flapping her wings quickly to land easy.
"Actually Mrs. Kokko, my name's Lu—"
(Wait, wait don't tell me! Now I know that I remember your name. It's on the tip of my beak. Lu . . . Lu . . . Lucius! No that's not it. Lu . . . )
He waited patiently and gave the bird some time to think it out. What was that again about being cautious when speaking with birds?
(Lu . . . Lu . . . Oh I give up!)
"It's alright Mrs. Kokko I'll tell you. My name's Luca—"
"BOCKaa Bok!" (LUCAS! See I knew I'd remember! My memory is as good as ever! I'm not the one to give up so easy!)
But I just basically told you my name he thought to himself. He allowed Boney to hear this thought.
(So what brings you here this morning that you had to wake me up so early from my beauty sleep huh Lucy? You know it takes a lot of work for my feathers to look this good.) She said this with sass in her tone.
Lucas put his hands together and fidgeted with his fingers. Even if he was speaking with a chicken, he was still timid. He did not expect the hen to react this way. "Well, I was wondering if you had any Fresh Eggs. Remember you said I could come by any time and ask you for some."
"Cluck cluck bock boACK!" (Of course I remember! I wouldn't forget!) Though she said this, she indeed had forgotten and Lucas just reminded her that she actually did say this before on many occasions. (Sometimes I'm stuck with so many eggs I don't know what to do with them. Make sure you come more often to take them. You haven't visited in a while. Had you forgotten about me?)
"Honestly, I thought that you might have moved away. I wasn't planning on coming this morning but Boney reminded me." He looked beside him seeing that Boney had begun to wag his tail at the mention of his name.
"Cluuckcluck bok bock boaak baak bok!" (No I don't plan on leaving! I like it here. It's much more peaceful then living next to that old laboratory where those strange Pig-faced fellows use to be. And it's a lot quieter too. That place was so noisy and I never knew what they were up to. It was also quite odd, and they are one of the reasons I decided to move over here. Though I do miss that old hot-spring, but this one is quite nice.)
"Oh okay that's good to know . . . " He paused for a bit looking down and away from her before continuing. "So um, about the—"
(Eggs! Of course! Just give me a minute to collect them.) She turned around and hopped back into the tree. From somewhere in the leaves he heard her say, (So, nice bed-head. Were you in a rush to come pay me a visit that you forgot to comb it?)
"H-huh? W-what?" He put his hands onto his hair and patted his head. He felt strands sticking out in odd places and (besides the fever) he felt his face turn hotter. He had gone outside in such a rush this morning, it had not crossed his mind that he did not fix it. This never happened. His mother had taught him good manners, one of which was to always leave the house ready for the day. She was always the one to help him when he was younger. But when she passed, he took it upon himself to never forget. He took pride in his hair and even though the old hen was teasing him, he took this deeply into offense.
"I-I'm s-sorry!" He ran his fingers through his hair quickly to settle it down.
As he attempted to adjust his hair, the chicken emerged from her nest in the tree, using her beak to hold onto the eggs that she had bundled in leaves. She was careful on her way down and set the bundle on the ground before saying, (Relax Luke, I was only teasing ya.) she felt the need to say something seeing that her comment made him frantic. (You seem stressed kid, and not just because of your hair. Why don't you take a dip in that hot-spring behind you.) She used her wing to point in said direction.
Lucas, while still adjusting his hair replied, "I-I can't. I have to get back home quick. I don't want to worry my dad. He might have woken up and is wondering where I am." His father was understanding and was not very attentive towards his son. The blond just wanted an excuse to leave as soon as possible, knowing the hen would not stop talking if he let her be.
(What? Your old man should learn to be more considerate, I mean you're like ten right? You're old enough to be out and about on your own.)
Lucas put his hands down by his sides and sighed deeply in defeat. He knew he could not get his locks looking right without using a comb. There were large bundles of hair in the wrong place but he was able to alter it somewhat. "I'm thirteen." Again feeling a bit insulted. But he couldn't blame her. His profile was young and many made that same mistake.
(That's more of a reason! I'm confident that you are able to do your own thing without your father holding your hand all the time, you can do it Lucky!) She winked at him and pulled her beak into a smile.
"Oh, well uh thanks. But I'm not so sure myself. I'm always doing fine because I have my friends around me like Boney." He accepted her words of encouragement. He thought she said this to make up for the comments she had said before. She may have had a blabber beak, but her heart was in the right place.
(Come on son, you have to believe in yourself. I mean friends are great to have around for support but there will be times when you will have to get out there and fend for yourself and the way to start out is to feel confident in your own abilities!)
Yeah, confidence. This word lingered in his mind and brought a worried smile to his face. This word again reminded him of his lost brother . . . His smile began to fade and his face took on a temporary soulless look. The look when someone has recently lost a family member and has had their family torn apart. The harm that the army had brought didn't affect many, but his family unfortunately was the one with the most victims. He felt tears forming in his eyes but he was not going to allow himself to cry again. He used his forearm and put it over his eyes to cover his face and held back tears. He did not want his father to know that he had been upset again. He wanted to be strong like his brother had been and this was how his father preferred it. But he felt that he could not compare to him. Though they had been twins, they were dissimilar in personality. Confidence was not his strong point.
(Oh I'm sorry if I said something that offended you. Oh man I gotta learn when to shut up! Tsk, tsk, tsk.) She closed her eyes, shook her head and put her wings at her sides.
"N-no it wasn't your fault! You just said something that reminded me of—" He put his arm down, shut his eyes and shook his head to regain his composure. "Well I need to get going." He put on a fake smile, hopping to convince her that he would be alright.
(No sir, you can't fool me with that smile. Now I know some things are troubling you but I've yapped on long enough. If you ever decide to talk about it, I'll be here. Now don't get discouraged about coming because I might prod. I promise you that I won't put my beak where it doesn't belong. I still want you to come back to take these eggs off of my hands, well wings I mean. Speaking of which—) She turned and picked up the bundle that she had set down and handed it to the sensitive boy. (Here ya go! After a nutritious breakfast—with my eggs of course—I'm sure you'll feel a lot better!)
He took the bunch and held it with both hands, being gentle for fear of cracking them. "Thank y-you." he managed to say and bowed his head slightly. As he started to turn, he stopped himself to face her once more. "Sorry again for disturb—"
"Bock Bock BocAACK!" (Stop apologizing kid! It's not really a big deal. I had to get up eventually 'cause I got things to do. I'll sleep in tomorrow.)
As he nodded and turned around she whispered to Boney, (Make sure you take care of him alright doggy?)
Boney panted and waged his tail in affirmation. As they began to exit, she spoke out one last time. (Oh yeah and kid, watch yourself as you leave the forest. The other day I thought I saw a handsome rooster fellow in the bushes. As I went over to flirt with him, he hissed and jumped right at me. Turns out it was a Slitherhen!)
At this, Lucas stopped and with a serious expression, turned to look at her. It was as if his face had completely reset not showing a trace of his previous emotional state. She felt his gaze pierce her body as foreign energy penetrated and went right through her. This energy was not specifically directed at her and seemed to go in all directions because Boney had felt it too. She felt her feathers quiver but she continued.
(He tried to coil around me but I jumped so high, I basically flew into the branches. He then went after me like he was in a mad cock fight, zig-zagging all over the place. Of course he was no match for my razor sharp talons and I was able to fight him off.)
She sounded very sure of herself though there was a hint of worry in her aura which Lucas managed to pick up. In a firm tone he had to ask, "Where exactly did you encounter it?"
(Well I don't remember specifically but it was more of a ways in the forest, almost coming to the edge of the mountains. After that incident I made sure to be more careful. If he had gotten me in a bad mood, I would have tried to claw his eyes out but lucky for him, they were too gorgeous.)
The boy's thoughts were scattered after this news but he had to assure her that he would look into it. "I'm bringing this to the attention of the Princess. Thanks for letting me know. Let's go Boney, we have to be on our way." He remained steadfast in his tone and walked briskly out of Kokori Hot-Spring, Boney trailing behind.
He left Mrs. Kokko looking confused as though she was missing some information on the subject. (That boy can be bold if the situation calls for it. That energy when he looked at me caught me off guard though. It was as if the atmospheric pressure increased in here. Maybe I was just imagining it. There must be some things he didn't tell me about the Slitherhen.) She wondered what all that seriousness was about then remembered she had things to do. (Well might as well get a head start in today's work.) She returned to her nest by hopping on the branches, hoping to take care of business.
The boy named Lucas followed the path back to town, thinking about what the hen had just told him. He knew about the different kinds of Chimeras found in the forest and Slitherhens were the nonthreatening kind; to him at least. Any other citizen would need assistance to tackle even the most mildest of Chimeras because lack of knowledge. Some had specific attack patterns that he was all too familiar with. Slitherhens had the head of a chicken and body of a snake. Luckily they were not venomous so no one had to worry of becoming poisoned and Isaac being unavailable to provide antidotes. But if one Slitherhen appeared, there could be more. Encountering one meant there were reinforcements close by and soon one would find themselves quickly outnumbered and surrounded by a group. This is why it would take more than one member to take them on. He hoped to get this information to his friends so they could find the trouble instead of it finding a bystander. He made it a task to go later in the day to meet with the Princess of Osohe Castle. She would know where to begin.
He had the bundle of eggs in his arms and they were obscuring his view of where he was stepping. He was distracted about his plans for later that day that he did not see the upcoming tree root that was protruding from the ground. Often times he was clumsy and this moment was bad timing. As he took more steps onward, his right sneaker became caught on the tree root and his body felt the force of gravity. In a panicked state, he began to lunge forward as the eggs were launched in an upward trajectory. He knew he was going to be unable to catch them in time. As his face was about to meet the ground, he managed to extend his right arm. His hand began to glow in a yellow-whitish light. The bundle did the same. He used his telekinetic ability to stop the decent of the fragile eggs and they came to a full stop inches from the earth. Seeing that he had been holding his breath while this happened, he released it relieved that the eggs had not become scrambled yet. Using his psychokinesis, he pulled the bundle of eggs towards him and set them down on the firm ground. Then he released the mental grasp he had on them.
Boney advanced to his side worried about his owner's state. "That was too close. It's alright Boney, the Fresh Eggs are fine." He gave him a weak smile.
"Bark, bark, woooof!" (Nevermind that, what about you?)
"Aww come on buddy, we've fallen from greater heights, you know that!" He picked himself up, patted himself down and pulled the tree root from his shoe. He felt his knees and right elbow sting and when he looked, he saw two bad bloody scrapes, one on his knee and elbow. The other knee had a bruise forming. He hissed and said to himself, "I wasn't even running. How did I get cut so easily?" It was bad enough that he could not run and now if he did not take care of his injuries, he might have to limp home. He pulled his right index finger to his forehead and closed his eyes as he focused and allowed psionic energy to flow to his finger tip signaling the use of his PSI. "Life-up α." he muttered. He felt immediate relief to the affected areas. Both cuts had vanished and he showed no signs of bruising. He brushed the sweat from his forehead; the fever was not showing signs of going away. This was beginning to annoy him and he had trouble concentrating his energy because of it.
"I have to stop tripping like that. One day it's gonna get me in big trouble."
Though this boy seemed normal on the outside, this only concealed his more prominent features. The type of abilities this extraordinary boy had was known as PSI which was another way to describe his psychic powers. These abilities ranged from user to user. For instance, Lucas had the ability to communicate with animals with ease by roughly reading their minds or scanning their thoughts. He could make them understand through his telepathy if using words was too difficult. He could also heal wounds or relieve certain status ailments. If he were to find himself in a pinch with an enemy, he had defensive options by setting up shields or counters against physical attackers or in rare cases, others who used PSI. He could increase his physical offense making his damage output something to be feared and raise his defense, making his body tougher to endure attacks. He had the ability to cause status effects on the enemy by using PK Flash. This attack consisted of concentrated light and had different levels of effects from causing uncontrollable crying or making the enemy's body numb to causing an instant knock out.
But his most devastating assault that would leave his enemies awestruck was his signature PK Love attack. This ability was extremely rare even among psychics. He had known only one other person to possess this power. Nothing got past this strike and it could decimate anything in its line of fire and unfortunately for his enemies it had much range. Like PK Flash, it had different levels of power. Because it was so dangerous, he restrained from using it and would only use it as a last resort. He did not have complete control of this power yet and if he lost control, he did not want to unintentionally hurt those around him.
Though having these substantial abilities did not come with its downs. He could only use them for so long before he would exert himself and if he used them too often, they would cause mental exhaustion and terrible headaches. What would perk him up was a good nap or a dip in the hot-spring. Sometimes having certain desserts would also rejuvenate his power. Some skills took more concentration than others and he had to know how to focus his energy for each one. One of the most vexatious traits about it was having to endure fevers when a new ability was going to awaken in him.
Another drawback was that he had to put up with constant ridicule from the Tazmily residence because of his power. They called him many things behind his back. They never dared to say anything directly at him but they didn't have to. They would think it so loud in their minds so he was able to pick it up thanks to his telepathic abilities and for him, it was basically like they were shouting it to the heavens. He never invaded anyone's mind on purpose. He had respect and believed they had their own right to privacy.
The young psychic could also pick up strong emotions from those around him. Usually if they showed discomfort uneasiness or angst, basically any strong emotion. If they were in a serious emotional state, he couldn't help but glance in their minds to find out the trouble. It was almost instinctual to help anyone who he felt was in danger. He was well natured and felt he needed to help those who could not or were unable to help themselves. He did possess awesome powers after all so why not use them to help others? Sometimes even if he tried to help, it would be without the approval of the individual he was aiding. Some could not comprehend his abilities and feared what they could do. Often times, this would cause them to feel uncomfortable when he was around.
What he felt discomfort most in was not that many did not approve of him—he couldn't care less what they thought—but that they felt more negative towards his family to the point they would question it. They saw them as being different because they did not follow the social norms. His personal family was small, only consisting of his father and his dog. His grandfather would visit sometimes from the elder home. But the Princess and the Thief were more of his family now. This made them stand out unlike a "normal" family. But he did not mind it. He felt others just had to accept it.
They had reached the entrance of the forest and lucky for them, they had not run into any trouble. Even if the trees were partly obscuring the sky, the PSI user could now see sunlight through the thicket. Just ahead, was the path to town. As he exited the forest and came out of the shrouding trees, a gleam of light hit his body and he could feel the warmth of the sun's rays. He once again passed the Sanctuary but this time didn't pay attention to it. He wanted to get home as soon as possible and get started on making breakfast so he could get the intel to the Princess right after. Knowing the urgency of the information, he would not allow anything to stall him. He continued on, ignoring what might have cause him to get distracted.