Prologue
Prologue
3rd Person POV :
Mark has always known about having “magic” as his parents liked to call it, he could make plants flourish and nature or the earth were things that kept him safe, warm, happy, and healthy. He would practice his elemental magic on a daily basis, but was always told by his mother, an earth elemental, and his father, an earth based witch, to never let anyone know about this, ever. Mark’s older brother was the same as Mark, but he decided to follow in the footsteps of their father rather than going with Mark on the path of their mother. Not one word about his power was uttered to passing peers or fly by friends; when Mark got recruited by a company looking for people to train to become idols of South Korea, he began to wonder how he would keep up with the earth and nature, he loved to rap and be apart of this, but he needed at least an hour of being outdoors in nature daily to keep healthy. There were certain things that Mark knew he wouldn’t have an easy time keeping a secret, when he is around certain plants or flowers his hair or eyes would change color to either match or look nice with the plant, around roses of any kind his hair would turn to a dark almost black shade of brown, around green plants like grass or succulents his eyes would become a hazel rather than a dark espresso. Near chrysanthemums or chamomile flowers his hair would go a soft pink, as though it was cotton candy.
The first encounter was when he was six, and it was the most scary moment in his life. Youngjae woke up one morning to his mother screaming, he shot up in his bed and looked around, startled by the screams. He rubbed his eyes to rid them of the blurriness and looked at his doorway tiredly to see his mother had stopped screaming, but was standing stock still with a look of shock splayed across her face, “Eomma, what’s wrong?” murmured Youngjae with curiosity. His mother stayed silent and just pointed behind him, Youngjae looked and saw everything in his room was floating, including his bed which he was sitting upon. Youngjae screamed, he had a fear of heights and this was too much for him, as he screamed all the small objects, pencils and paper were flung around the room and the bed was rocked violently. Youngjae was wailing and crying wanting this to stop and eventually he tired himself out from crying so much and everything began to float back down. His room now looked like a tornado went through it and he felt as though he could pass out at any second, and he did pass out two minutes later.
Glimpses in window reflections and puddles. He could see a pretty night sky shining that no one else could. He peered through the bookshelf, rather than seeing the otherside with more bookshelves Jaebum saw a pretty night sky, it looked like the pictures of a galaxy you could find on google. Jaebum began to remove books from the shelf very quickly in an attempt to find out what was causing this but he couldn’t feel himself getting any closer so he just began trying to knock over the bookshelf. It began to creak and groan, buckling under the pressure being put against it, it slowly tipped as though it was about to fall over. Suddenly, Jaebum’s foot slipped and he tumbled forward, he landed on the bookshelf with a painful thump. He laid there for a moment, waiting for the pain to subside enough for him to get the courage to sit up, when he did sit up and look around he didn’t see the library he had been in before, he saw the same pretty sky surrounding him, he looked down and saw that he was on top of the bookshelf he had been trying to knock over. Jaebum scanned his surroundings for other sources of life, but all he saw was an ocean of books surrounding him, feeling scared when there was no one around him he began to cry and feel lonely. His body felt as though it was buzzing, he was scared, but all he wanted to do was go back to his home, and lay on the couch being cuddled into his mother’s safe embrace. The buzzing was getting faster and making him feel as though his body was on fire, then with a small pop, as if popping a bubble, he disappeared from the place with the pretty sky and appeared at home on his couch. Jaebum was shaking and he felt very nauseous and light headed, he leaned forward and puked up his lunch and then laid back on the couch and fell asleep.
Kunpimook Bhuwakul had been making things or himself teleport for most of his life, when he was a baby if a toy he wanted was too far away he would just concentrate on it and it would appear in his hands. When he grew up his mother stopped believing that it was coincidences and paid more attention to him rather than leaving him with a nanny or looking after his two older brothers, she began to notice his teleporting ability until she couldn’t make anymore excuses and had to face it head on. She kept it a secret from anyone who didn’t live in their house and she told Kunpimook to never do it outside of the house or in front of anyone who isn’t from their household. He was confused to say the least, but he went along with it and only uses it when it is necessary or no one else is around.
Kim Yugyeom ran away from home when he was eight years old, he parents were abusive and he couldn’t deal with it, so he ran, as fast and far away as he could. When his parents found out he could manipulate time itself they basically forgot that he was a human, much less a child and forced him to stop time for certain things, things like robbing banks, cheating in games, and moving up in their job posts quite quickly due to some unfortunate accidents. He grabbed only the essentials; food, water, a couple changes of clothes, a toothbrush and as much of his parents money as he could sneak from their wallets. When Yugyeom thought he was far enough away that he wouldn’t be found, he stopped running and began to try and stay alive on the streets, keeping his money safe and spending it wisely. When walking by a shop that sold TVs, the thing on one of the many screens caught his eye, there were people dancing and it looked amazing; it was at this moment that Yugyeom knew, he was going to be a dancer.
It had been a bit of trouble growing up for Jackson, seeing as if he stared at a picture or got to into reading a book he would temporarily disappear from our reality and go into the book or picture. He tried to not stare at things for a long time and eventually gave up on looking people in the eyes because if it did he could see and hear all of their thoughts. He sat in the dorms with headphones on, listening to music with his eyes closed, trying to get lyric ideas to come to him that never came to him when he was in his studio. He began to visualize what could be happening in the song for the dramatic instrumental going on, and then he was gone, a little pop as if popping a bubble blown by a bubble wand. He opened his eyes and saw around him his little idea for what could be happening in the song playing out before him, Jackson sighed and focused on his dorm room and focused on appearing back there. With another little pop, Jackson appeared from thin air and was now sitting on the floor in the middle of the room. He sighed and went to his bed and went to sleep.
It was on a warm summer’s night, Jinyoung’s window was open to let in a breeze which ruffled his room and kept him cool. Jinyoung was fast asleep and was dreaming of flying, in his dreams he went up through the clouds and soared with the wind, feeling the coolness of the air harshly nipping at his skin, his pajamas ruffling with the speeds he was moving at and his wings were making him move quicker and quicker. Suddenly he couldn’t feel his wings he looked back and say that they were there but they weren’t moving and looked quite broken, he began to fall, just plummeting down and down, picking up speed as he fell towards the ground and just as he hit the ground in his dream, he awoke. He jolted awake to see he was strewn across the floor and his body ached, Jinyoung turned to look at his alarm clock and instead had brilliant white blocking his view, he gaped in awe at the wings that were attached to his back he moved his shoulder blades and his wings moved with them. Jinyoung then became worried, “What would happen if someone found out? Do my parents know?” paranoia took to his brain and he just sat there for a while, then he thought, “What if I will them away? Would they leave?” he sat there and focused on his wings, he imagined them just going clear and completely ghost-like, when he opened his eyes he felt exhausted but he forced his eyes to stay open as he looked back and saw no wings, he smiled a tired smile and went to sleep on the floor.
