kept walking forward, uprooting more shrubs and
flattening the grass as the swirl of wind blew. The tree tops started
to swirl with it, as it was being pulled into the same direction,
following Tucker with every step that he took.
Soon he stepped
out into a big clearing, where Tucker raised his hands and slowly
drew a big circle with his hands seemingly calming the wind that
circulated around him. Soon the wind completely died and the air
felt normal again.
In the very middle of the clearing stood a massive old tree
that was surrounded by huge piles of boulders. By the look of it
they were placed there, but I couldn't figure out how; they were so
huge. "Very good Tucker. You need to learn to harness your
energy and focus it on what you are using it for. If not you can
surely do a lot of damage; damage that you may not want." He
told Tucker, with his hands on Tuckers shoulders.
Uncle Tom walked through the open grass field toward the old
tree, and we all followed slowly behind. I hurried to catch up with
my brother. "Tuck, how did you learn to do that?" I asked quietly.
"I learned it the morning of your graduation. But I had some weird
things happen to me prior to that; I just never said anything. I think
dad knew but he waited for me to say something, I guess." He
said looking at the ground as we got closer to the old tree.
"Wow." I said following his gaze toward the ground.
"Come
on guys, gather up some of these broken branches."
Uncle Tom
said pointing at all the old branches that littered the ground around
the tree. I looked up at the old tree that towered over everyone. It's
branches reached high into the sky and if you didn't know any
better you'd think the top was touching the heavens. It's shade
stretched far around all of us.
This tree was old and I could feel it.
"Rock boy, build us a
pit." He said, looking over at Jon. Jon just smiled and did as he
was told. He climbed on top the huge boulders that stood around
the tree; we all climbed up to watch. He started with closed fists
and, again as he opened his hands the ground moved, pulling
grass and a round circle of dirt right out of the ground as it
churned; the dirt floated into the air. We all watched quietly.
"Try to lift it higher." He instructed. Jon began to raise his
palms slowly, as the dirt and rocks moved with it. Slowly it raised
up higher and higher until it hit a branch then came crashing down
next to the base of the tree, covering the grass with dirt. "Um,
good." Uncle Tom said with a smile. "Ok, bring the wood." He
ordered. Everyone placed their small piles of wood into the pit that
Jon made.
"You flames, your turn. Make us a fire." He told Steve. Steve
walked over to the pit and snapped his fingers; all of a sudden
there was a spark of energy emitting from his fingers; then he
snapped again, and a single small flame began to rise from the
center of the pile of wood. Slowly the fire grew. Steve smiled with
his success. Soon the fire burned bright and large. "Very good;
very good." Uncle Tom said with delight.
Uncle Tom sat on top of the highest boulder. "Everyone, you
all did very well. I'm glad that this part won't take long, because
very soon you'll all be expected to use your powers for the very
reasons that they were given to you all in the first place.” He
began; as he sat on top one of the rocks.
“This place is where our great ancestors were given their
powers from the gods of the Weeping Mountains, and this is
where they practiced; then fought to protect the diamonds that are
hidden there. Here no one from the outside world will ever know
what is happening." He said, looking at us with such intense eyes.
"A long, long time ago when the tribes of these lands were
formed one of our ancestors found a secret
flattening the grass as the swirl of wind blew. The tree tops started
to swirl with it, as it was being pulled into the same direction,
following Tucker with every step that he took.
Soon he stepped
out into a big clearing, where Tucker raised his hands and slowly
drew a big circle with his hands seemingly calming the wind that
circulated around him. Soon the wind completely died and the air
felt normal again.
In the very middle of the clearing stood a massive old tree
that was surrounded by huge piles of boulders. By the look of it
they were placed there, but I couldn't figure out how; they were so
huge. "Very good Tucker. You need to learn to harness your
energy and focus it on what you are using it for. If not you can
surely do a lot of damage; damage that you may not want." He
told Tucker, with his hands on Tuckers shoulders.
Uncle Tom walked through the open grass field toward the old
tree, and we all followed slowly behind. I hurried to catch up with
my brother. "Tuck, how did you learn to do that?" I asked quietly.
"I learned it the morning of your graduation. But I had some weird
things happen to me prior to that; I just never said anything. I think
dad knew but he waited for me to say something, I guess." He
said looking at the ground as we got closer to the old tree.
"Wow." I said following his gaze toward the ground.
"Come
on guys, gather up some of these broken branches."
Uncle Tom
said pointing at all the old branches that littered the ground around
the tree. I looked up at the old tree that towered over everyone. It's
branches reached high into the sky and if you didn't know any
better you'd think the top was touching the heavens. It's shade
stretched far around all of us.
This tree was old and I could feel it.
"Rock boy, build us a
pit." He said, looking over at Jon. Jon just smiled and did as he
was told. He climbed on top the huge boulders that stood around
the tree; we all climbed up to watch. He started with closed fists
and, again as he opened his hands the ground moved, pulling
grass and a round circle of dirt right out of the ground as it
churned; the dirt floated into the air. We all watched quietly.
"Try to lift it higher." He instructed. Jon began to raise his
palms slowly, as the dirt and rocks moved with it. Slowly it raised
up higher and higher until it hit a branch then came crashing down
next to the base of the tree, covering the grass with dirt. "Um,
good." Uncle Tom said with a smile. "Ok, bring the wood." He
ordered. Everyone placed their small piles of wood into the pit that
Jon made.
"You flames, your turn. Make us a fire." He told Steve. Steve
walked over to the pit and snapped his fingers; all of a sudden
there was a spark of energy emitting from his fingers; then he
snapped again, and a single small flame began to rise from the
center of the pile of wood. Slowly the fire grew. Steve smiled with
his success. Soon the fire burned bright and large. "Very good;
very good." Uncle Tom said with delight.
Uncle Tom sat on top of the highest boulder. "Everyone, you
all did very well. I'm glad that this part won't take long, because
very soon you'll all be expected to use your powers for the very
reasons that they were given to you all in the first place.” He
began; as he sat on top one of the rocks.
“This place is where our great ancestors were given their
powers from the gods of the Weeping Mountains, and this is
where they practiced; then fought to protect the diamonds that are
hidden there. Here no one from the outside world will ever know
what is happening." He said, looking at us with such intense eyes.
"A long, long time ago when the tribes of these lands were
formed one of our ancestors found a secret
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