Moon beams shone down brightly, dancing across the water of the lake. The light caused an iridescent, almost eerie glow to spread across the grass, the rocks near the pool of water and even the school itself. This, however, was not the only glow to be seen that night. In his usual fashion Lewis couldn't seem to catch sleep that night. Something about his new surroundings had awakened an apparently dormant case of insomnia in him. It was these times in which he would sneak out of his room and travel quietly down to the lake for some late night practice.
It had to be nearing three o'clock in the morning and Lewis was perched upon a particularly large boulder the tips of his index and middle finger slightly aglow, poised ever so slightly over the pages of a worn novel. Lewis had been attempting for several weeks now to harness his "glowing" power so as not only to complete simple tasks, such as lighting paths or creating a makeshift book light, but also to keep his emotions more hidden than they had been since his powers had surfaced mere months earlier. Lewis had always tried to be a closed book but with his skinned shinning like a star with any strong emotion made keeping himself as mysterious as possible was becoming difficult if not impossible.
So now, Lewis sat upon the cold, hard rock, turning the pages of one of his favorite novels, patiently awaiting the arrival of 6 in the morning, and with it lovely, warm coffee.
It had to be nearing three o'clock in the morning and Lewis was perched upon a particularly large boulder the tips of his index and middle finger slightly aglow, poised ever so slightly over the pages of a worn novel. Lewis had been attempting for several weeks now to harness his "glowing" power so as not only to complete simple tasks, such as lighting paths or creating a makeshift book light, but also to keep his emotions more hidden than they had been since his powers had surfaced mere months earlier. Lewis had always tried to be a closed book but with his skinned shinning like a star with any strong emotion made keeping himself as mysterious as possible was becoming difficult if not impossible.
So now, Lewis sat upon the cold, hard rock, turning the pages of one of his favorite novels, patiently awaiting the arrival of 6 in the morning, and with it lovely, warm coffee.