Experience

My face goes pale, from my dad's words.

"M...My body could explode?!" I look around in disbelief, and a hint of anger.

He looks at me serious suddenly " Son, to make sure your chances go up, so ya don't explode. I'll train your body!" I look at him...with distrust. 'Train me? Yeah right!'

" how will that help?" I look at him irritated, but my dad reassures me that it's gonna be ok. He tells me that he got his power by extensive endurance training, exercise, sparring, and plenty of meditatiOK.

"Oh" the realization flashes in my face like a light.

' I just have to get my body strong enough to handle the impact of my ability explosion'

I smile mischievously, hahaha "that's all? For a random ability"

I shouldn't be so hasty a power has lots of responsibility, unless it's completely useless!

My dad tells me the training regimen, a daily endurance type of training. Starting with 20 of each, and 5 kilometer runs. Sparring with my dad, and chopping trees as the side activities.

As the day falls away, night comes but something is different. Half of the stars disappeared, almost like it got erased.

I look up, at the remaining stars, they look like eyes a oval eye like circle. With a vertical and horizontal line crossing as the pupil.

"Star Eyes"

The morning wakes my dad first, as I hear him chopping wood, [bam bam] "dad?"

I look up at him, and he smiles. "Good morning son, ready for your daily training?"

My eyes shoot up, at the training. Remembering what he has to do, and what happens if he doesn't. "Dad when do my powers explode?"

He looks away, continuing chopping wood, of a fairly young tree. "It's random, son. So uh I don't know"

My face drops... I look down, and start doing pushup. "There's, no use in being scared I need....to....get stronger as quickly as possible! (I start counting in my head, 5, 6, 7. Seconds go by fast as I reach twenty pushups.)

Then moving to situps, squats, and the run. Sweat, and slight tears roll down my face, as intense amounts of sweat drip down my body.

Every step feels harder, and harder to push on.

My legs feel heavy, but I keep pushing until...[Crack!]

I trip down, as I step on a log I tumble down. I stop as my face makes contact with something hard, my tounge feels a metal like taste.

I open my eyes, as I make contact with a metal plate. It has a language unlike any I've ever seen, but there's something I see that looks almost "Alien?"

I see a almost stickman drawing of a creature with a humanoid body, Grey skin, jagged horns going in random directions, a slender tall body.

And large red, and white eyes, with a wicked smile, the drawing shows the creature holding the milky way in the palm of its hand.

My entire body, shivers in fear 'what, who drew this? And why!'

Ch end...