The very next morning, the Loyalitat family wake up and begin to start the day. Darrel and Anne wake up early before the kids to make them breakfast. The two smiled at each other while they worked together in the kitchen.

"Did you remember to get it from the car?" Anne asked.

Darrel opened up the kitchen cabinet, and pulled out a birthday present. "I never aim to disappoint anyone," he replied.

They hear a squeal of joy from above. Followed by a few mini stomps. Anne shook her head. "Sounds like the birthday boy is awake," she said.

"And at ten years old," said Darrel. "The big one- O, the long decade. Twice the digits, double the energy."

Then out of nowhere, Timothy sped down the stairs with a huge grin on his face. "Hi mom! Hi dad!"

Darrel takes a knee and hugs his son. "Happy birthday buddy!" he cheered. "Are you ready for your birthday breakfast?"

Timothy nodded at a fast pace. "I sure am!"

"Then may I present…" began Anne. "Your traditional favorite! Khao Neow Moo Ping (ข้าวเหนียวหมูปิ้ง)" Anne presents a traditional Thai cuisine handed down from her grandmother, to her mother, now passed to her. A few skewers of grilled pork combined with sticky rice.

"Thanks mom, I love it," said Timothy.

Timothy takes his breakfast and eats it in the kitchen. He scarfed it down like a messy pig, which sounds messed up considering the irony of his meal.

"Take it easy," said Anne. "You know you have school later today. We'd like it if you behave yourself until you're finished with your classes."

Timothy sulked for a minute, since he knows school isn't the highlight of his day today. But he's willing to get through it just to get back to his birthday celebration. So he took a slow deep breath, and looked into his parents' eyes. "Alright," he said. "I promise. I'm just so excited."

"That's my little ถั่วกระโดด(Jumping Bean)," said Darrel. He looks back up to the staircase wondering something. "Hmm, where's your brother and sister?"

"Cyrus! Alexis!" Anne called. "Breakfast won't stay hot forever! Come down here!"

"Coming mom!" called the two kids. Alexis comes down wearing her goth clothes, spike bracelets, and dark green beanie hat. Cyrus comes down wearing his private school uniform. He is currently enrolled in Saint James Middle School, the same school his mother and father used to go to.

"Alexis," said Cyrus. "Where's your school uniform?"

Alexis groaned in frustration. "I don't see what the big deal is to wear those bland old uniforms."

"It's one of the school rules," said Darrel. "Your mom and I had to wear uniforms too." He puts his hands on his wife's shoulders. "I didn't like them either, but I couldn't help but admire how beautiful your mom was in uniform."

Anne blushed like crazy. "Darrel stop," she giggled. "The kids are here."

"Yeah," said Timothy. "I'm eating breakfast here. Ewww."

"Come on, Mom and Dad," said Alexis. "We see you guys be all lovey dovey almost every day, it gets embarrassing in public."

Cyrus just sighed in defeat. "May as well get used to it," he said. "Because one day, that might happen to us."

"You sound so sure Cyrus," said Darrel. "Anyways, get some breakfast, kids. Time never stops for all of us."

Cyrus, Alexis, and Timothy eat their breakfast in a dash. They wash up, get in their school clothes. Except for Timothy, since he goes to elementary school. Cyrus and Alexis wave goodbye as they go to Saint James. And Darrel and Anne prepare to take Timothy to school in their car.

Cyrus takes his bike and pedals his way to school. While Alexis just takes the school bus and listens to her music. Timothy enjoys the rest of his breakfast in the car while Darrel and Anne smile at the birthday boy. However, their smiles turned into frowns knowing what Timothy is about to endure again.

They reach the drop off zone at Signal Hill Elementary and look back at their son. "Alright Timothy," said Darrel. "Be a good boy. Pay attention, and keep that excitement in check."

"I will Dad," said Timothy. "I promise."

"Don't promise," said Anne. "That's like saying 'I'll try'. Do, or do not. There is no try."

Timothy rolled his eyes as he left the car. He looks at the students with weary eyes, but he smiles back at his parents. "Okay, I'll do it," he said.

"Love you Timothy," said Anne. She watched as Timothy got in line for school.

Back at Saint James Middle School, Cyrus was giving out papers to three of his friends. The first was Freddie Maui, a Caucasian male with black hair that has a habit of drawing Māori tattooing with black sharpies. The second is William 'Billy' Cho, an Korean-American with reading glasses, and is proudly homosexual. The third and final friend is Maxine 'Max' Cloverfield, a tomboy, rebellious Chinese girl with an interest in skateboarding and rock and roll.

"Here you go guys," said Cyrus. "I've scripted our speech for our project."

"Well done, dude," said Freddie. "What can I say, except 'Thank you'."

"Gotta say," said Billy, "This gets a solid A in my book."

"Hope this gets us out of trouble with Mr Devons," said Max. "We're in enough of it as it is for not getting any of our work done the past few weeks."

The four friends then get a glimpse of their English teacher Mr Devons. He's another caucasian male with a pointy nose, brown hair, and round glasses. He slouches like an old grouch, and is shown to be pretty old. He glares down at them like a vulture circling its dinner.

"Class is starting, students," he said. "Report in before I mark you tardy."

He points them in the classroom just as the four friends walk in. "I hope we catch him a break," said Cyrus.

Meanwhile, in the gymnasium, Alexis was hanging with her two friends. One is a big and bulky emo boy named Gyro Winslow. He has a hobby with styling hair and playing video games. Her other friend is a girl named Lucile Avaans. She is shown to have ghostly pale skin, straight black hair with red streaks. She has a special interest in poetry and seance.

The trio were playing dodgeball with their classmates. At the same time, the gym teacher was laying in on them for their behavior. "Move it flunkies. You've got a lot of physical energy to burn if you're going to pass. Keep targeting them!"

Their classmates were throwing numerous dodgeballs at the three goth kids. The three friends bob and weave, making sure they don't get hurt. But as they dodge the balls, they were chatting amongst themselves.

"I mean, it's not like I don't care about my brother," said Alexis. "I just hope that someday, he will slow down with his hyperactive attitude." Alexis kept dodging and weaving balls with ease.

"Your brother is just being himself," said Gyro as he caught a ball and threw it back. "Isn't that what you want from him? After all, how would you feel if he told you to get rid of your goth attitude?" Gyro gets hit in the stomach and the gym teacher blows their whistle.

"Gyro's right," said Lucile. "Maybe if you spent some time with your brother, you could understand him more." Lucile kept dodging balls like a snake slithering in the desert. Then, she took a ball and took someone out. But at the same time, the thrower threw a ball back at Lucile and hit her in the leg.

Alexis was all alone on the court, with one more opponent standing before her. The opponent throws their dodgeballs like a machine. But Alexis kept dodging them like a figure skater. Then, as the last dodgeball came like a meteor, Alexis kept her hands close to her chest and caught the ball.

"You know," said the gym coach. "If you are as good as dodging us when you skip class, you'd be the top student here."

"I'm not trying to be popular," said Alexis in a firm tone. "I'm trying to be myself." She and her friends return to the locker rooms just before the class bell rang.

At Signal Hill elementary, Timothy's classroom was filled with students. He watched his teacher, Mrs. O' Harris, give her lecture on mathematics. Timothy paid close attention as much as he could. For he remembered what his parents had told him.

As he continued to focus, he started to hear a strange noise from the class' pet turtles. He wasn't sure what that was all about, so he thought he should check it out after class. As he looked back to his teacher, he observed the problem, raised his hand and replied, "The answer is 52."

"That's correct," said Mrs O Harris. Timothy smiled as some of his students were relieved not responding to the incorrect answer. But there were some students who glared at him for his hype mood and quick response to the question.

One in particular was Johnathan Morris, Timothy's bully. He is seen with oval glasses, lightly tanned skin, black hair spiked up to look clean, a green vest covering a white t-shirt, black jeans, and yellow sneakers. He was the best student in the classroom until Timothy stepped up during their math sessions. Jonathan didn't like that, so he became Timothy's bully ever since.

Later that day, everyone was playing dodgeball outside for gym class. Usually, when Johnathan goes up with Timothy, he lets him get hit out. And when he's up against Timothy, he throws really hard to hit him out.

This time, he was up against him. Timothy kept throwing dodgeballs until Jonathan was left. He threw out Timothy's last teammate to have him all to himself. Jonathan laughed trying to tease him. "I'm gonna enjoy this," he said.

He knew he was being watched by the gym teacher, so he had to play it smart. But thanks to Timothy's hyperactivity, he kept dodging every shot leaving him tired and on his knees. Timothy took a ball, and softly threw it at Johnathan, making him win the match.

At the end of the day, Timothy was about to leave his classroom. He stops at the class' pet turtles. He watches them come out of their shells and blink at the smiling student. "I hope you guys have a good evening," he said.

"Oh we will," said a mysterious voice.

Timothy turns around to see no one behind him. "Who said that?" he asked.

"I did," said the voice. "Over here, in the log." Timothy turned to see the turtle on the log. He couldn't believe his ears. One of the turtles spoke to him. "I was surprised you could hear me earlier trying to give you the answer."

"No way," said Timothy with a grin. "You can talk, Simon?"

"Of course I could," said Simon. "We all could. Harry, Jasmine, and Gregory." The other three turtles smile at the young boy. "You just weren't able to understand us."

"But it seems that something is making you understand us after all this time," said Jasmine.

"HEY TWERP!"

Timothy turned around to see Johnathan and a couple of his friends standing behind him. The turtles slowly hid in their shells."Stop bothering the turtles, it's weird to see you talk to them like that."

Timothy remained silent, still not wanting to talk to other humans other than his parents. "Not talking huh? Okay, let's give him a lesson in communications boys." The two guys pinned Timothy up to the bookcase where the turtles are. Jonathan swung the first punch on the scared Loyalitat kid.

Timothy tried to break free but he couldn't do it. Jonathan laughed as he swung the second punch, giving Timothy a black eye. "You could answer my math problems, dodge my balls so quickly, but you can't fight back when classes are over. What a wimp!"

After swinging the third punch, giving Timothy a swollen cheek, something inside Timothy sparked. His eyes glowed bright and he broke free with the strength of an elephant. He bellowed as loud as he could and pushed Johnathan's friends down to the ground.

He taunts Johnathan, "Let's go." And Johnathan prepares to charge at the young Loyalitat boy. But as he charges, Timothy dodges him and pushes him through the bookshelf. Jonathan's impact made a hole through the bookshelf and fell down with it. The bookshelf fell along with the turtle's cage and slammed to the ground. The turtles were okay, but a huge mess was everywhere. Timothy regained his consciousness, he realized what he did. And he turned around when he heard a gasp from Mrs O' Harris.

Later that day, Anne arrived at the school principal's office to find Timothy and Mrs O' Harris waiting for her. "We appreciate you coming down here, Mrs Loyalitat," said the principal.

"What's this about?" Anne asked. "Has Timothy done something wrong?"

"Timothy got into a fight today," said Mrs. O'Harris. "They made a mess in the classroom and destroyed the turtle aquarium." She shows her the photos of the scene. "We don't know what happened. But all we know is Timothy sent those three to the nurse's office."

"Oh dear," said Anne. "Timothy, I'm really disappointed. Violence is not the way to solve your problems." Timothy stared down at the floor in shame. "I'm afraid we're going to have to cancel your birthday party for this," said Anne. "And until your mess is cleaned up, no cake for you."

Timothy couldn't speak, he was at a loss for words. He was most upset with himself. Upset that he fought his bullies, upset that he almost hurt the class turtles, and upset with letting his family down. He never made a sound on the ride home.

At dinner time, the family was quietly eating. It was much quieter than usual, considering what just happened. So Darrel decided to find the elephant in the room. "So, how was everyone's day?" he asked.

"Timothy," said Anne. "Would you like to tell your father what happened at school today?"

Timothy hated to see the disappointment of his father, but he didn't want to lie to him. So he tried to muster up the courage to admit his wrongdoing. "I went to the principal's office," he whispered.

Darrel couldn't hear his son's sentence, so he asked him again what he said. "It's okay Tim. If it was a bad thing you did I would appreciate it if you stepped forward. I want to trust you if you just tell me the truth."

Timothy took a deep breath, looked into his fathers eyes and said, "I went to the principal's office today."

Darrel was startled. He knew they went to the principal's office before. But for a second time after Anne's meeting with them. He didn't think it was possible. "What happened?" he asked.

"I… uh.. I.." Timothy didn't want to go into detail. So Anne spoke up for him.

"He got into a fight with Johnathan Morris," she said. "He sent him and his two friends to the nurse's office and destroyed his class' pet turtle's aquarium."

Cyrus and Alexis stopped eating and stared at their younger brother. They knew that Timothy wasn't a fighter. They looked at each other and gave a silent nod. They mouth the words, "After dinner."

"Timothy," said Darrel. "I- I'm disappointed. Your actions may have gotten those turtles scared. And that's saying much given how you care for all animals. What provoked that fight?"

Timothy looked back at his dinner and swirled his fork around in his mashed potatoes. "He called me a wimp."

"I know you're not a wimp," said Darrel. "But violence isn't the way to finish fights. We always use our words."

"I know dad," said Timothy. "I know." He finishes dinner, then slowly walks upstairs to his room. "I'm really sorry about all this," he said.

Timothy starts crying in his room, cradling and rocking himself in his bed. "This is the worst birthday ever," he declared. Never before had he felt so low, especially since turning ten years old.

But then, another voice was heard in his room. "That doesn't mean you should give up the rest of the day."

Timothy stopped cradling, and looked up. He slowly scans his bedroom to find out who spoke to him. "Who said that?"

"I…did?" Timothy turns to his rat cage to see Remy looking at Timothy. He finds himself startled realizing he could talk to animals. "Wait, did I understand you?"

"Remy?" said Timothy. "Can you talk to me? Can I understand you?!"

Timothy could watch as Remy spoke from his own mouth. "It would appear so," said Remy.

"Then I'm not crazy!" cheered Timothy. "This is incredible!" He thinks about what else to say. "So, you don't like camembert cheese, do you?"

"Nope," said Remy. "It's too chewy. Rats can't eat chewy cheese. It's bad for our teeth."

Timothy got very excited, but was also shocked. He knows that animals can't talk. "I don't understand. How are you talking to me?"

"I don't know," said Remy. "Maybe it had something to do with the green light from last night."

"Green light?" Timothy asked. "I didn't see any green light."

"That's because you were asleep," said Remy.

Remy thinks back to last night, while everyone was asleep. Remy was cleaning himself off and taking a drink from his water bottle. As he was sipping, he saw a fading green light across the floor. The green light grew brighter and brighter, until Remy ran into his little hut. He watched the room turn more green than it already was.

He poked his little head out to find the source of the light. And it was coming from Timothy himself. Timothy was floating in mid air, as sparkles of light danced around the room. Remy watched in magnificence as the lights slowly started to evaporate. And watched as Timothy floated back down in his bed.

"And that's what happened," said Remy.

Timothy looked to his hands and watched as a faint light in the shape of a keyhole appeared on his left wrist. "Wow," he said. "If that's what happened to me in the classroom, imagine all the cool stuff I can do!"

Then, a knock was heard. "Timmy bro," said Cyrus on the other side. "It's me. Can I come in?"

Timothy stopped talking to his Remy and hushed him quietly. "Don't worry," he said. "He can't understand me. He doesn't know."

Timothy nodded, "Sure Cyrus," he said. "Come in."

Cyrus opened the door, with Alexis following after him. She pulls out an empty plate in her hands, and she sits down in Timothy's bean bag chair.

"What's Alexis doing here?" he asked.

"Because we need to talk," replied Cyrus. "About what happened at school." Cyrus takes a seat next to his brother. "We know you would never fight your school bullies like that."

"I didn't mean to," said Timothy, as he started crying. "I just couldn't control myself."

"We know," said Alexis. Then Timothy heard her fingers snap, and as he turned around, he saw a piece of his birthday cake on the empty plate. "We snuck you your first piece of cake. I know how much you like the corner pieces with extra frosting."

Timothy was most surprised. "How did you-?"

Cyrus placed a hand on his shoulder. "Timmy, when I said we know you don't fight 'like that,' I mean we know something happened to you." He looks at his pet rat Remy. "Isn't that right Remy?" he asked.

Remy and Timothy gasped, "You understand me/him?!"

"We do," said Cyrus. And with a snap of his fingers, Cyrus makes a couple of Timothy's stuffed animals come to life. Timothy was amazed at what he was witnessing. Later, Alexis waved her hand and showed an orb of blue light coming from her hand.

"This happened to us on our tenth birthdays," said Alexis. "The first was Cyrus, then me, and now you."

"But why?" Timothy asked. "Why is this happening to us?"

"I'm not sure," said Cyrus. "But focusing on controlling our powers is our top priority."

Timothy thought that controlling his powers could interfere with his classes. But then, he put the pieces together and said, "So that's why you guys have acted strangely in your classes, and why we don't spend time together like we used to."

"Of course," said Cyrus. "The last thing I wanted to do was hurt anyone close to me. I can't imagine the guilt I could bear if I hurt you, or Alexis, or mom and dad."

"Should we tell mom and dad about this?" Timothy asked.

"Only until we can control our powers," said Alexis. "I think that if we told them now, they would be watching us every step of the way, making sure we never use our magic powers. And if there's one thing I learned about magic, it's that it can not be contained."

"Alexis is right," said Cyrus. "We have to work together on keeping our powers under control. That's why we're going to spend as much time together as possible and work together as the siblings we are."

Timothy looks at his sister with a gleeful smile on his face. All he ever wanted was to spend time with his siblings again. And all it took was an out of control fight to bring them together. He jumps out of his seat and hugs his brother and sister.

"Okay, I think it's time for the birthday boy to blow out his candle," said Cyrus. He pulls out a small candle and pinches the top with his two fingers. He flicks them to make a small pink flame appear on top. "Make a wish Timmy."

Timothy smiled at his siblings and said, "My wish already came true." He blows out his candle and bites down his cake with one big chomp. Alexis rolled her eyes, but smiled at her little brother. Cyrus smiled as he wiped off a piece of Timothy's cake off his shirt.

Meanwhile, in the dark cosmos of outer space, a small cloud of black smoke was floating aimlessly through the stars. Then, the smoke showed a glowing red eye as a guide through space. The cloud grew darker as the eye glowed and growled. Sparks of red lightning were spewing out from the sides like fireworks. The smoke continued to travel through the cosmos, passing comets, blending through nebulas, and watched as two twinkling stars blink in front of it. The smoke chuckled most viciously and set out to the two stars.