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AMSL Ch: 4
🕑 Added 2025-01-23 21:00:06 +0000 UTC
No matter how powerful a person is, everybody has to sleep at some time.
Luke Walker was enjoying his third nap in a row when suddenly, two small hands grabbed his shirt and started shaking him violently.
“What. Is. It. Hailee?” Luke barely managed to get out without biting his tongue. She must have subconsciously channeled her energy in her excitement because there was no way Luke's sister was that strong normally. That, and they hadn't figured out how to physically enhance themselves— At least not yet.
“Look!” His sister shouted, pulling him out of his seat and into hers before practically shoving his face into the window. Once his brain caught up to what was happening, Luke gazed out below them and saw what had Hailee so excited.
Vast swaths of green seemed to stretch forever, only broken up by tiny villages that were almost impossible to see from this high up.
They were finally back over land again, and it was beautiful. The English countryside looked almost artificial, like a painting you would find hanging in a gallery.
"We're almost there; the captain said so," Hailee excitedly bounced up and down in her seat.
"He said we have about an hour to go," a familiar voice corrected Hailee. On the other side of the aisle, Luke and Hailee's mother, Shannon, sat with her book open in her lap. Next to her, their father was still sleeping soundly, faintly snoring.
"You couldn't have waited thirty more minutes to wake me?" Luke grumbled as he shifted back into his own seat, but his sister wasn’t paying attention. Hailee was too busy with her face glued to the window; Luke wasn’t even sure if she heard him.
“Oh, well," he smiled mirthfully as he slowly shook his head.
Leaving his sister to— Whatever she was doing, Luke took a moment to stretch out his arms and legs. Even factoring in how he was woken up, those back-to-back naps felt great after the sleepless night in the hotel, but they didn’t do much for his posture. He could only imagine how the people in Coach were feeling right now.
Once he felt adequately loosened up, Luke leaned back into his chair as if he were relaxing. In secret, he started practicing his energy control again, seeing how Luke was sure nobody on the plane would notice. That said, he couldn’t do anything that might accidentally draw attention, so he stuck with the basics, concentrating his energy in his fists and holding it there for as long as possible.
It sounded like an easy exercise to the uninitiated, but it was more challenging than one might think. The chaotic energy given off by his inner fire was finicky at the best of times and downright unresponsive the rest of the time. Normally, the energy produced by Luke's inner fire was evenly spread throughout his body, as it preferred to be, making gathering it in one place a challenging task.
Almost as if it had a mind of its own, the chaotic energy fought against his control, doing its best to spread out, but he didn’t let that happen. Luke pretended he felt nothing as he concentrated the rampaging energy in his hands and started slowly counting.
At thirty seconds, his hands started to sting as if all the muscles in his hands were cramping up at once. When his count reached fifty, his hands felt as if they were on fire.
After seventy seconds, Luke began losing all feeling in his hands. He held on for a few moments longer for good measure before releasing his hold on his energy.
Seventy-two seconds, a new record for him.
Luke grinned at his accomplishment despite the loss of feeling in his hands. Based on previous experiences, it would take a few minutes to regain finer control of his fingers, but the results were worth it. The process hurt, but the more energy he could hold in his hands for extended amounts of time, the stronger his telekinesis would be.
While his hands slowly recovered, Luke continued his exercises, focusing on the other parts of his body, though not to the same effect. He and his sister only knew how to do things by making gestures with their hands. Even the trick with their swords required a flick of the wrist to activate, so it made sense it was easiest to channel his energy into his hands and hold it there longer than any other part of his body.
Luke had tried levitating things with his feet but hadn't yet managed to do so. That’s why practicing channeling his energy into other parts of his body was so important. Compared to his hands, Luke could only hold the energy in his feet for thirty-seven seconds, barely half the time of his hands, but he had to start somewhere.
His head was even worse; Luke could concentrate multiple times the amount of energy in his hands and feet, while even doubling the usual amount of energy in his head left Luke with a severe migraine. The only reason he tortured himself by trying it was the hope that one day he might be able to gather enough energy there to completely block out his sister’s powers, thereby giving her a chance to interact with somebody without being influenced by their emotions for a change.
With that goal in mind, Luke spent the next forty-five minutes cycling different energy densities between his hands, feet, and head, switching whenever one area started to hurt too much before returning to it later once the pain faded to a manageable level. He hated practicing like this, but as the old saying went, no pain, no gain.
Pushing through the sensations did more than just increase his pain tolerance. He still didn’t have a name for the flame in his chest or the chaotic energy it gave off, but Luke knew how to strengthen it. His inner flame grew with him, but it became slightly denser as he practiced his energy control.
Luke could get theological and name a list of mental characteristics that went into controlling his abilities, such as determination and perseverance, but ultimately, it boiled down to two simple concepts: intent and willpower. Simply put, how badly did Luke want something to happen, and what would he do to make it happen? Those two fundamental ideas were the backbone that allowed him and his sister to do what they did.
Take Luke's telekinesis as an example. If he wanted to move something, he needed to
visualize it clearly and will it to move. In theory, it was simple, but it was much harder in practice. His energy manipulation allowed him to be more precise control, which helped but didn't solve everything.
Hailee was slightly different, though the same principles applied to her. If precise control had been a requirement, Luke's sister would've never been able to replicate what her brother could. To Hailee, her energy was a faint, warm sensation that she struggled to grasp on a good day.
Hailee's desire to be like him, fueled by her willpower, allowed her to replicate Luke's techniques through resolve alone, which he thought was more impressive.
Technically, because their abilities only relied on intent and willpower, it was theoretically possible for them to do other things; moving things was simply the easiest thing to do.
If Luke or Hailee lost control of their energy while they were mentally unstable, an infinite number of things could happen, though because that would be dangerous, the siblings avoided such practices.
The two had tried branching out into other things, like conjuring fire or other elements; sadly, they’d yet to produce even a spark other than by accident. They could use their telekinesis to shift the ground or move water if it was already there, but they had yet to create anything from nothing.
For a long time, Luke thought such things were impossible because they went against the laws of nature. It wasn’t until his sister was born and he saved her fire from going out that he was proven wrong.
Hailee didn’t remember it because she was too young, but when she was three and a half years old, while throwing a tantrum because she was thirsty, she accidentally conjured a small blob of water out of thin air. Thankfully, their mother had been in the other room at the time, so Luke was able to safely dispose of the evidence before his mother arrived with a juice box for his crying sister.
Since then, Luke knew their abilities could do so much more than move things around; they just hadn't yet figured out how to do so in a controlled manner.
Luke told Hailee as much when he first explained their abilities to her, and since then, the little devil has spent most of her free time trying to shoot lightning from her fingertips like a certain Sith Emperor.
While his sister was obsessed with conjuring electricity, Luke had other priorities. Funnily enough, though, he also stole his ideas from Star Wars. Luke doubted they were actually Jedi, but that didn't mean he couldn't adapt their techniques for his own use.
Using telekinesis as a base, Luke’s current goal was to learn to force-jump, slow his descent while falling, and brace himself for an easy landing.
Essentially, he was trying to figure out how to enhance himself physically, similar to what they did with their foam swords. That was why he focused so heavily on control.
It was difficult for Luke to control the energy inside his body because he didn't have a clear target to focus on. When moving things, Luke could focus everything on the item he intended to move; he couldn't do that with the energy inside him. Well, he could— It just wasn't as easy.
Letting out a sigh, Luke could only mentally complain about his troubles. Things would be so much easier if only he knew what the energy inside him was, but he'd given up speculating about that years ago.
For a good chunk of his new life, he had gone back and forth, trying to figure out the true nature of his abilities. The problem was that the argument could be made for a whole host of things, and many of them overlapped.
Their fire could be the manifestation of any number of things: mutant powers, the force, magic, or psychic abilities. They could be cultivators, or maybe Luke had tapped into something demonic or eldritch in nature, though he considered those possibilities least likely.
Luke simply didn't know. The best he could do was consider all viable options and not dwell on any single answer, lest it limit his growth.
That meant Luke needed to prepare for all possibilities, so he worked as hard as he did and put up with these masochistic exercises. He only had so much free time to practice, and if Luke was being honest with himself, he’d been rather lax with his training these last few years.
It was gradual, but his training had fallen to the wayside since he started prioritizing making money. Combine that with almost no time to train these last few weeks, and Luke felt he had to play catch-up. Especially seeing how the next few days would probably be just as chaotic as the last few weeks, maybe even more so.
Back home, the Walker family knew where everything was, both inside their home and around Tacoma. Once they landed, however, they were going to be essentially blind. They couldn’t just pull out phones and Google directions to where they needed to go; they would have to do it the old-fashioned way—or, more precisely, the current way.
Luke had heard his father talking to his mother about how someone would be waiting for them at the airport to take them to their new home, but not much more than that. Did their new house have beds?
What about food?
Oh, crap, what about money!? Luke's mind wandered, and he lost control of the energy in his feet. Thankfully, it didn't manifest outside his body but spread throughout it.
His mind was racing, and instead of trying to power through it and risk doing something he shouldn't, Luke decided to clear his mind by asking his mom some of the many questions plaguing his thoughts.
“Pisst, Mom,” he tried to get her attention without shouting. His father and a few other people in business class were still asleep, and he didn't want to wake anyone up like he had been.
“Yes, Dear?” Shannon sat her book down and gave Luke her undivided attention.
“What do we do about money? Do we need to stop by a bank once we land?" Now that he thought about it, Luke had no idea how people changed their currency when traveling.
While Luke drew a blank, his mother smiled, finding his confused expression cute. She was long used to her son's quirkiness. “You don’t need to worry about any of that; your father and I have already taken care of it. We exchanged a couple hundred dollars at our bank a week ago, more than enough to last until we can open bank accounts here.”
“How does that work?” Luke asked, leaning over his armrest into the aisle to be closer to his mom.
“Well, once we have British bank accounts, we can wire money over, and it will be converted," she explained.
“Huh,” as someone interested in finances, Luke found all this fascinating. "Do you remember what the conversion rate was?”
His mother put her hand to her chin and adopted a thinking pose. “Our bank told us it changes every business day, but I think it was something like 1 pound was worth $1.83. There were a few more decimal places involved, but that's what I remember."
“Then that means the British pound is worth almost $2,” Luke noted.
“That’s right. It may be worth more, but their money works like ours does. Though, instead of pennies, they call it pence, but a hundred pence is still a dollar. Or should I say a pound,” Luke’s mother looked proud of herself for knowing the proper terminology for British money.
“Where did you learn all this?” Luke asked curiously.
“Honey, you and your father aren’t the only ones who know how to use the computer,” his mother gave him a knowing look. “Some of us look up useful information instead of tourist traps.”
Luke blushed because she wasn't wrong. In his haste, he hadn’t seen the forest through the trees.
“Okay, what about shopping then?” Luke quickly moved the conversation along before his mother teased him more. “Will we be sleeping on the floor tonight?”
“Heaven’s no,” Shannon shook her head softly. "It isn't much, but we were told the house should have the most basic amenities. We will need to pick up some sheets and towels and such, but the rest can wait until later. But you don’t have to worry about all that,” she assured him again.
“When will our stuff arrive?” Luke nearly jumped out of his skin when his sister suddenly cut into their conversation by speaking right next to his ear.
“Jesus, Hailee!”
“Luke, language. And Hailee, don’t scare your brother,” Shannon's words were scolding in nature, but her smile conveyed a different message. “Our things will take five to ten business days to arrive,” she patiently explained.
“That long,” still next to Luke’s ear, Hailee let out a long whining noise.
“You should be grateful,” their mother cut her off before she started bothering the people in the nearby rows. “If your father went with the cheapest option, it could’ve taken over a month for our things to arrive.”
Hailee's eyes widened as she snapped her mouth shut.
“Okay,” Hailee begrudgingly accepted that their things wouldn't magically appear once they got to their new home and moved to sit back down in her own chair. It was perfect timing, too, because the captain's voice echoed through the plane no sooner than she did.
"Good news, folks, we caught some strong winds, meaning we’ll be arriving a little earlier than expected. Now, I'm sure you are ready to get up and walk around, but I will kindly ask you all to remain seated while the stewardess comes around and collects any garbage you have before we start our descent. Also, please make sure your seat backs are in an upright position and the tray tables stowed. Thank you.”
“You going to wake up Dad?” Luke asked his mom.
“No, I don’t think so. At least, not yet," she replied, gazing affectionately at her husband, who was still asleep with a single strand of drool dripping out of the corner of his mouth.
“Your dad was trying really hard not to show it, but he was really nervous about all this. He hasn’t been getting the best sleep lately, so I think I’ll let him sleep a little longer.”
Luke and Hailee glanced at each other and resisted rolling their eyes together. Yeah, they had no idea at all.
The fasten seatbelt sign dinged overhead, and a few minutes later, after Luke and Hailee had buckled themselves in, they passed their garbage to one of the friendly flight attendants collecting trash. Soon after that, Luke felt the airplane start its slow descent.
Outside the window, Luke could see what he was sure was London growing bigger in the distance, and its size left him gaping in aww. At the very least, it had to be six times the size of Seattle.
“Wow,” Hailee summed it up perfectly.
The city continued to get bigger as Luke felt his stomach drop. Hailee snatched his hand in surprise, but he didn’t mind. Just like taking off, Luke held his sister’s hand until the plane touched down and slowed to a crawl.
“We there?” The jolting of the plane hitting the tarmac and the sounds of everyone shifting in their seats and getting ready to leave finally woke up sleeping beauty.
"We're here," Shannon told their groggy father while affectionately wiping the line of drool from his face.
Excited energy spread throughout the plane as they pulled up the gate. Everybody was itching to leave, and Luke was no better. He had to visibly hold himself back from throwing off his seatbelt and rushing for the door while his sister had no qualms about doing so.
“Let’s go!” Luke had barely enough time to wrap his arms around his sister’s midsection and pull her into his lap before she went barreling down the aisle.
“Luke, let me go,” she flailed her tiny legs.
“The door isn’t even open yet," he pointed out to her.
"Listen to your brother, Dear," their mother added.
Luke was about to make fun of his sister when he felt her inner fire beginning to churn. His grip tightened around her as he whispered into her ear, "We're back on the ground. Don't lose control; we don't know who could be watching,” he gently reminded her.
Less than a second later, he sensed her energy levels stabilize. “Sorry,” she meekly apologized in a whisper.
"It's okay; we all have our moments," he told her affectionately. Luke wasn't really mad at her in the first place, even he had trouble controlling his abilities when his emotions were high.
Luke spotted a stewardess moving to open the door, so he let go of his sister just as the fasten seatbelt sign was turned off. A symphony of clicks echoed through the plane as over a hundred people unbuckled themselves at once. Luke was one of those people, and soon, he was standing in the middle of the aisle next to his sister, waiting for their parents to stand up.
Once ready, they made their way to the exit as a family and stepped foot on British soil together.
The first thing that hit Luke was the temperature.
“Blasted, heatwave,” a nearby man who exited the plane with them complained in a British accent, quickly shrugging off his coat.
When they left Seattle, the temperature was in the low seventies. Due to the time change, it was only nine o'clock in the morning here, and it already felt as if it was the same temperature as when they left.
“I thought it was supposed to be colder here." Luke followed the random man's example and removed his windbreaker.
“Sorry about that,” a nearby female gate attendant made her presence known. “We’re having a touch of a heatwave here.”
“We noticed,” Luke’s mother commented as she, too, took off her jacket.
“You’re lucky you arrived today and not yesterday," the lady told them, looking worse for wear in her work uniform, which was obviously designed for cooler temperatures. “We broke records the other day; it hasn't been this hot since 1932."
Luke's sister offered her condolences, "Hope you feel better." She no doubt sensed the woman’s displeasure.
“Why thank you, Cutie," the gate attendant was happy to receive Hailee's sympathy.
They must have taken up enough of her time because she raised her hand and gestured them forward. "Follow the signs, and you'll reach baggage claim before immigration.”
"Thank you," Raymond took the friendly gate attendant's hint and gently nudged his family forward.
Heathrow airport was a lot bigger than Sea-Tac in Washington, though it still had that 90s feel to it. It was busier, too, with people of all ethnicities and backgrounds flocking towards baggage claim. It was so busy, in fact, that the Walkers had to hold hands.
Luke’s parents started to look overwhelmed by it all, but Luke had other things on his mind. He only noticed it as they neared Baggage Claim, but he sensed another group of people like him and his sister—only instead of six this time, he sensed almost two dozen people. They were on the edge of his perception capabilities, but there were so many of them that Luke could sense them in the chaos.
Did all airports have a space dedicated to people like them? Luke wanted to ask his sister if she sensed anything, but one look at her slightly pale face said it all.
There were too many people around, and she was struggling. Airports can bring out the worst in people, and poor Hailee looked like her head was about to explode. Their parents didn’t notice because they were too busy looking for signs pointing them in the right direction.
Luke did his best to encourage his sister by gently squeezing her hand, but there wasn't much else he could do short of rushing them through the busy airport, which would be suspicious.
Luckily, it only took them ten minutes to walk to baggage claim, and by the time they arrived, luggage was already coming down the shoot. Luke stood off to the side with his sister, away from as many people as possible, while their parents stood with everybody else, waiting for their things to arrive.
Shannon's suitcase was the first to come down the shoot, followed shortly after by Luke's suitcase. Luke's father’s bag made it down a few minutes later before finally, Hailee's overstuffed suitcase tumbled down the conveyor and was promptly snatched up by their waiting father.
Once they had their things, the Walkers approached the next hurdle: immigration.
They had to wait in line, but in no time at all, Luke and his family approached a man in a British officer’s uniform at a kiosk. Luke and Hailee didn’t have to say anything as their father explained why they were there while their mother produced all their documents from her purse.
The immigration official looked over Luke's father's work visa while he listened to their story. The man nodded along and asked how much money they were declaring and if they were bringing in any valuables before promptly stamping all their passports and bidding them welcome to England. It all happened so fast; Luke was honestly stunned.
He didn't recover from his shock until they reached the pickup area and saw the sea of British taxi cabs waiting outside. But what really caught Luke's attention was the man in a black suit and hat holding up a sign that read 'The Walkers.'
“I think that’s us," Raymond smiled like a kid at an amusement park as they approached the man holding a sign with their last name proudly displayed on it.
“Mr. Walker?” He asked in a thick, British accent, tilting his newsboy cap up to get a better look at Luke’s father.
“That’s me, and this is my family,” Raymond gestured to each of them.
“Pleasure, Reginald Reid. " The man's introduction was short and to the point, but he smiled politely at all of them behind a well-maintained mustache. "If you follow me, I will take you to your new home." He said nothing further before turning around and walking to a car parked by the curb.
Luke couldn’t identify the model as he wasn’t a car person; it just looked like a large black four-door sedan to him. Their driver helped them load their luggage in the trunk, which he called the boot, to their amusement.
After their driver politely reminded Luke’s father that the passenger door was on the car's left-hand side, the rest of them piled in the back and took off.
They hit traffic getting out of the airport, but once they got past it, Mr. Reid turned and asked Luke’s father, who was sitting up front with him, a very important question. "Are you in a hurry? I can take you directly to your home, or I can take the scenic route."
“Thoughts?” Raymond turned around and asked his family in the back seat for their opinions.
“Can we see the sights?!" Hailee was quick to start begging from the middle seat.
Luke’s father glanced at him to see if he felt the same way, and Luke could only smile. "I think our decision has already been made,” he playfully joked.
“Well, you heard them, Mr. Reid," Raymond beamed.
"Scenic route it is," their driver replied in a monotone voice before turning left at a light, heading deeper into London.
The Walkers didn't know it, but their driver, Mr. Reid, was going out of his way to accommodate them. The airport was on the outskirts of the city’s limits, and Little Winging was south of them, so technically, they could've avoided the city altogether.
They were lucky Raymond's new bosses had contacted Mr. Reid's company. Behind his gruff exterior, the man was friendly and used to accommodating tourists. That said, he didn't take them that far into the city as they could spend the whole day driving around and not see a fraction of all there was to see.
The only major landmark they passed by was the Royal Botanic Gardens, but that didn't stop Luke and his family from marveling at the sights.
The kids stared at everything, from the people on the streets to the buildings that looked like they could be older than America.
Luke didn't voice it, but he was slightly disappointed that he wasn't seeing anybody wearing top hats. Most people were wearing your average summer wear to beat the heat. 90s fashion was eye-catching, but nothing Luke wasn't already used to.
“Hey, look at that person!” Hailee pointed into the crowd while they were stopped at another stop light. “Look at what he’s wearing!”
“Who?” Their mother followed Hailee’s finger but was confused when she didn't spot anyone of note.
“The guy in the robes,” Hailee continued to point into the crowd.
“I don’t see anyone like that,” their mother frowned, looking everywhere for the person her daughter described.
Hailee looked confused about why their mother couldn’t see the person she was pointing to, but Luke understood why. “You shouldn’t point at people just because they look interesting,” he subtly warned his sister.
Recognition flashed across Hailee’s face, and she immediately dropped her hand. "I'm sorry; he must have moved," Hailee quickly came up with an excuse.
"That's fine; maybe we'll see them again," Shannon tried to console her, but Hailee and Luke were too busy subtly glancing at the man their mother couldn’t see.
Luke couldn’t make out his face from this distance, but he could tell he was an older gentleman by how he was hunched over as he walked. The man wore thick grey robes and a worn, slightly pointy hat, looking like he belonged in a different time period. It was utterly ridiculous to be walking around in such clothing in this heat, and yet not a single person glanced at him as he walked down the street. Everyone acted as if they couldn’t see him but instinctively moved out of his way.
Luke could sense the man's fire from where they were. It was the largest he'd ever sensed, easily five times what he and his sister had combined. An icy bead of sweat dripped down Luke’s back, and not because it was hot out. Luke held his breath as he did his best not to overtly stare at the man and accidentally catch his attention.
Each second felt like an eternity as the old man slowly walked down the street, to the point Luke questioned if the light would ever change or if it was broken. When it finally switched, time seemed to move again, and Luke could breathe easily.
As they sped away, Luke turned around in his seat to steal one last look at the man who utterly dwarfed him in power before they were out of sight, only to freeze like a deer in the headlights.
There were probably five hundred feet between them, multiple lanes of traffic separated them, and a few dozen pedestrians, yet somehow, Luke and the old man locked eyes with one another.
Those twin orbs of gold were like spotlights trained on his position. Luke's blood ran cold, and he felt as if he couldn’t look away.
Luke’s mind ran a mile a minute, conjuring up countless worse-case scenarios. Instinctively, he readied his energy in case the man tried something.
The world seemed to slow to a crawl as he watched the old man raise his hand.
Was he going to try to stop the car? Maybe track them somehow? Whatever he was going to do, Luke would try his best to block it.
Luke was ready for anything—
Almost anything.
The attack he thought was coming never came. Instead, the old man smiled at Luke as if he were his grandson and slowly waved to him as they drove away.
Luke’s brain short-circuited then. He was so prepared for an attack or something nefarious that the genuine show of good emotion threw him for a loop.
"Who are you waving to, Honey?" Luke's mother's voice brought him back to reality. Only then did he realize he'd raised his hand and waved back to the old man.
“Just someone on the street,” Luke lied through his teeth as he turned back around.
“That’s nice,” his mother smiled brightly at him before returning to look at their surroundings.
“Brother, are you okay?” Hailee leaned over and placed a concerned hand against his arm. He was trembling.
"I'll tell you about it later," he whispered to her, receiving a nod in return.
After that, Luke didn’t feel like looking out the window any longer. He sat quietly in his seat and didn’t stop looking forward at the back of his father’s headrest until they left London and entered the countryside.
The rolling hills and stone walls were idyllic; Luke just wished he could enjoy them.
The old man had thoroughly rattled him. Back home, Luke was lucky to spot someone like them once or twice a year, and not once had anyone ever noticed him. After sensing that large group in the London airport, Luke was prepared to see others like them walking around the busy streets. But seeing someone that strong casually walking around out in the open gave Luke goosebumps.
Looking out into the distance, he gave a quiet, self-deprecating chuckle. Well, you wanted an adventure, he reminded himself darkly.
He crossed his fingers, praying that Little Winging wouldn’t be as chaotic. Their new home was only supposed to have a small population, so he doubted he'd run into any monsters walking the street there.
But that didn't take away from what happened; Luke would need to be extra careful the next time they went to London. It was one of the largest cities in the world; chances were he’d run into more people like the old man, and they might not be as friendly. He needed to get stronger—Much stronger.
Up until now, he'd been treating his powers like a game. He exercised them and used them to complete his work, but he rarely pushed them to their limits as he did on the plane; that would have to change.
He’d become strong enough that he wouldn't be afraid if he met someone like that old man again.
It was time for a training arc!
Luke was so preoccupied with planning his future training regimen and reaching that old man’s level of power that he skipped over what he had been wearing. It didn’t even occur to him that he might have seen something similar in his past life.
He would kick himself for the mistake a few weeks from now, but that was neither here nor there. His new life in England had just begun, and he had no idea what a wild ride it would turn out to be.
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Things are getting interesting. What do you think; will Luke enjoy his time in England?
Tell me what you think below, and thanks for reading.
Comments
M. Lampi
He exorcised them and used them to complete his work ==> He exercised them and used them to complete his work
M. Lampi
and Little Winning was south of them ==> and Little Winging was south of them
M. Lampi
“Where’ having a touch of a heatwave here.” ==> “We're having a touch of a heatwave here.”
M. Lampi
Thanks for the chapter! You might consider rewording this sentence: "Also, please make sure your trays are in an upright position " to "Also, please make sure your seat backs are in an upright position and the tray tables stowed "
Holly Harris
I like how paranoid this poor kid is. He really is going to feel silly for having so much stranger danger panic. I wonder why he’s so scared of people like him though. I mean, sure. I’d be scared of the feds, but other supers? Nah. I’d definitely want to talk to them if I couldn’t tell anyone else about my powers.
Scott Fellman
Thx for the chapter. I like the fact that the old man just smiled and waved which scared the crap out of him. Looking forward to him getting a hogwarts letter and calling himself an idiot
Scott Fellman
I think him training the way he is would be quite normal. He doesn't know what the energy he has is bit he can somewhat move and control it. So focusing on extending his control is the most cost effective method. Many magic systems involve creating magic circles imprinted either in the heart or brain.
Grappleshot
Cultivation is an Asian specific thing unlike magic. I think he's going to try to figure that out since he keeps mentioning it. There's the power of God, but no mention of that yet and he already assumes magic. I also think you've just been reading cultivation novels.
Austin
Thanks for the chapter!
