"So, were you lying about having everything?" Lia questioned, her eyebrows furrowed, eyes bent into thin trust as she investigated every part of my body. I blinked at her once and read what she formulated from her mouth and led my eyes down to her hands to see they were fists showing a tip of aggression leaking from out of her.

"Sort of, I only have super strength. I just wanted to appear cool," I signed. She scowled me down for a quick moment, reloading her furrowed eyebrows into a flat line, expressing her cuteness as she loaded the classic awe at me.

"You idiot," she scoffed, slapping her hand against my shoulder pads before fondling them with affection.

"I know, like, only if I could say puff-" I signed and gestured my hands, flipping my hand around to spread out my palms, as the fingers settled at their greatest peak, a sudden sputter plunged out a flicker of blustering radiant flames uprose from my palms in three separate sections that each had razor-sharp corners that blotched into the sky and blew into the air; springing into cluttering mountains shapes that decayed from the bottom drain, eventually drying up and dimmed out. I and Lia jerked backwards in wonder as we both looked at each other, asking questions inside our heads that we didn't let out. Luckily, it didn't catch on the ceiling of the tent and provoked an accidental blaze.

"Flames- flames?!" Lia squealed, caught on her tongue, attempting to construct a sentence but failed miserably.

At initial, we countered the quiet moment with excitement as we struck each other like young children overjoyed with their presents, growing each other's egos as we started complimenting all the parts that we liked about each other. Lia, after jumping around with joy, recollected her memories with her parents where they introduced Lia's uncle who was a fire-wielder, headed out to get the food she wanted because she was hungry. Emotions that ran thick down me ceased to exist, I tossed my head at the corner of the tent next to the exit, grabbed onto my jaw, wriggled my head like I was about to snap the bones until I heard a crack rejuvenating me as I went on to slow down the world. The vision became distorted and had a hint of light blue shade covering the entire world, dampening the voices outside that went erratic and fizzled out into nothing. A breeze that I became used to, the glacial cold that reshaped my nature, retreated and pitched itself into a temperature that didn't have heat nor cold strike the globe.

"A thank you is appreciated," His voice, without a body to represent, announced.

"Why did you help? I could have done it myself." I confided.

"What could have you done? You didn't have any kind of knowledge of mind control, allowing this monster to come and save the day once again."

"Save the day again? I had the strength to save myself."

"Oh? Explain it to me, how would you save yourself, wise sir?"

"By murdering-" I retracted my words, ending what I have said in the spit of rage, feeling a surge of silence that played out a tenuous streak of my confusion. I hid my mouth, trying to hide from what I just emitted. I felt embarrassed.

"Murdering? I thought you hated violence, wise sir?" The monster taunted me.

"I do. You're the one who placed these words in my mouth." I snapped back, excusing what I slipped out on the most real answer I could discover.

"Don't make me laugh, wise sir. You know there have been changes in you, every time you enter this dimension from a dream, the emotions that you drag in the world never meet its expectations and vanish like they never existed, but since you're a bullshit fibber, you delusion yourself in this dimension to think you have the slightest of humanity left."

"It's a curse you put on me," I replied with a crisp, possessing the tone of a robot where my animated voice was converted into the frequency of monotone. I sounded bored every time I spoke and had no life in the words I said.

"Maybe, if it was a curse; it'll be payback for you cursing me with unwarranted emotions." He sniggered.

A true problem, it was a true problem. When I'm out in the world, spending time with my friends, I am animated with emotIons while when I enter this dimension, rarely - it mostly happens when my dreams become lucid, these emotions feel like blurry images that are losing the feeling of what an emotion felt like. I spoke more plausible than I do sentimental and I say inhumane sentences I would never, ever, say on the outside. I did feel calmer and free, though, that's the only positives.

Ultimately, I dragged myself out of the dimension when I had a thought cross my mind, my parents. When I arrived in the world, I kept everything hindered down and ambled outside the tent. Their figures moved an inch every eight minutes and everything felt lonely, both of my hands were stuffed in my pockets as I casually walked around investigating everyone, checking out how posh or how laid-back they were. Guessing what kind of personality they had just from their faces alone and personally enjoying my alone time, as I wandered through the public, I came to a stop when I saw Lia and George playing rocks and scissors together on what seemed like who would win two pieces of cookies. They were about to reveal their answer that will either land them in defeat or land them in victory, I subconsciously smiled at them and carried on with my day.

It was going to be a long walk, my neighbourhood, located on the northeastern outskirts of Berwick-upon-Tweed town, a newly built neighbourhood, was sixty miles away from the Kielder Forest and I hadn't yet paid attention to the damages the storm created, so I took it with a punch and left the forest out onto the main road. I followed the main road and along the journey, I found engineers and builders stacked together to formulate heat as the temperature in Northumbria was dropping to -16°, it was a learning experience. My legs haven't given up and I enjoyed exploring small rural small farms still having a small population inside the farms scattered across districts. There were cottages and odd-shaped village huts that weren't that badly affected by the storm and animals were calm. The more I explored I saw traffic, some drivers were fed up and rowing with other annoyed drivers, some drivers were chilling to music as they wore wireless headphones. Most were alone and most were having conversations with someone on a phone.

Closing on the sixty-mile walk, a narrower bridge met me after just walking between many buildings that were part of the town, at the end of that bridge welcomed a lively nostalgic town. It was packed since it was a Saturday and everyone had a smile on their faces, businesses were sprouting in money as they sold their products. It seemed a lot less grim than it did in the forest, but I wasn't finished yet, I scrunched over to catch my breath and looked at a female wearing black formal clothing like she finished her job and ogled at her phone, not paying any attention to the surroundings. She was about to turn the corner that entered inside the town and had red wavy hair that naturally curls up at the end and had an adolescent appearance to her short petite figure. I scanned the iPhone she had in her hands and looked at the right corner to see what the time was, it was 15:50:02, eh? It hasn't even gone up a minute let alone a second.

Oh well, I pushed the fact of my time that was slowed down laboriously like time around me was paused to the side and moved on. Normally when I enter this town, I would smell all the remarkable smells of cooked food that always tricked me into buying heated food because my stomach growled, but I was disappointed when I realised I was sniffing absence. I travelled to the far northeast of the town, crossed a less-cramped road then through trees to finally see my small neighbourhood insight that was protected by embankments of many more curled neighbourhoods. I slipped past gardens, past circling neighbourhoods until I met the odd beginning of my home. It had a tail of a road leading up to its cut that had houses circling that massive tree in the middle, ignoring the outrageous views of crumbling buildings. I panicked at first but my house, in the north centre, was alive and well.

I was overwhelmed with strong unbarring emotions that tripled the success rate of tears leaving my eyes as I phased through the door to my house, making sure I jumped to avoid phasing through the surface and stopped phasing mid-air as I landed on the floor. There they were, cuddling each other on the settee in the middle of the living room that was to the left of the hallway, where the floor was decorated into a grey wooden path, holding a picture of me. I kneed in front of them, seeing that my father was about to kiss my mum's forehead as she was passionately smiling.

Mum…

Dad….

I miss you both….