Luke level 3

Level three chameleon

The words ran across my vision.

I had trained with the elder for five weeks and each day he would test my limits.

"For today's exercise, I think it best to go out a little to the sentry area. We will test you reflexes and ability to use you power on command."

The sentry hit hard against my head but the fist did nothing. Hit after hit I turned into the sentry material and back.

My power could do something with magnetic field disrupt variations for the types of material I'm presented with.

It didn't make sense to me but I guess it doesn't have to.

I could turn into a material a fraction of a second before I touched it. At first it was instinct for survival but after some practice I could do it on command.

I would run through trees after that.

I could turn into a sort of ghost by displacing matter and going through stuff. Also didn't make sense to me.

"Follow the ball." The elder says. He holds a small metal ball with a fan on the end.

The elder release the ball and the fan started. It flew through the trees easily.

Sprinting through tree after tree I slowly lessen the gap between be and the ball.

I reach out to grab the ball but the fan shreds my hand sending wood shavings flying.

I draw my hand back in pain while the ball flies away.

"I couldn't get it," I say to the elder, my head hung in shame.

"What have you done!" The elder yells. "Once people find it they will find you and I and think we have been withholding old world technology from them. They will kill us!"

He puts his hand to his head. "But you can escape, I cannot survive the sentries while you can. You must run to the old world."