I sighed in frustration as, yet again, the spoon snapped back into it's original shape. The effort of that last try left my brain pounding. The blood began to rush to my face in embarrassment as my teacher began a long-winded lecture on how telekinesis required perfect concentration. With my cheeks flushed cherry red, I stumbled over an apology. In a gruff voice, he said "try again". Groaning with dread, I picked the spoon up again, half wish I could just bend the annoying piece of metal with my hands, and half wishing I had the skill to completely change the state of the solid to a liquid or gas. But I guess all telekinesis masters started somewhere. Drawing my power together, I sent it barreling at the spoon. A flash of light, and the spoon was mine. I could move it anyway I wanted. I felt it's every imperfection. With gentle tenderness, I eased it into a "A" shape, and slowly progressed to an "B". I continued going through the alphabet until "K", when suddenly with a sharp crack the spoon shattered into pieces. Metal fragments shot everywhere. Dismayed at the destruction of the spoon, but happy with my success, I looked to my teacher for approval. Grunting, he dismissed me from the lessons. Nearly shouting with relief, I ran off to take a nap before my next lesson began.
I absentmindedly steered through the hallways of the secret Academy, daydreaming about my past. I had first joined when my gifts had been discovered by my startled and suddenly disinterested parents when I had accidentally made every dish in the kitchen explode. They pawned me off as quick as possible, wanting no part in my further upbringing. The masters at the Academy had told me I had great potential and so far, I was full-filling their predictions. I was now two years into my studies, and had seventeen left. The extensive training prepared those blessed with the Power of the Mind to protect the citizens of Earth. Our gift was not the only kind of power, but it has proved to be the most effective through hundreds of generations. The advantage of mind control is not only the obvious strategy of controlling your adversary, but also having the ability to literally control every animate and inanimate object. Distance is no issue in the realm of the mind. These qualities make us infinitely powerful. So much so, that the masters will forever watch over us once we graduate.
I was now rounding the last corner and head of me, I saw the plain grey door to my bedroom. I sent a burst of energy at the door handle and opened the door as I neared. Slipping out of my dark brown coarse training garment I donned a velvety, exceedingly comfortable sleeping robe. Sitting down on my mediation mat I entered a semi-sleeping, semi-trance state that would restore my energy many times the rate normal sleep would. The room started to disappeared slowly, first colour, then everything blacking out.
