Eldaire

The clock beamed the time in bright red letters from a corner of the room. 3:00 AM. The lights were on and they showed a single bed, a single desk with a small desk lamp, also on, and mountains upon mountains of book. Ben Mclaughlin poured over one of these many books. He had been reading since he got home from school when the clock showed a PM next to that three. This was how he spent most of his time. Even in school he had little time for friends. Almost every free moment was spent pouring over books or literature he found on the internet. He never exercised or played any sports. He never spent any time outside either. Because of this, his body had become skinny and pale. His acne covered face was a ghostly white. He was content this way though, and needed nothing more. His parents never paid it much mind. They never noticed. His dad was gone and his mom remained in a drunken haze. He lived on his own. It never bothered him to be alone though. It just meant he had more time for his books.

He especially loved old books. The types with discolored pages and brown rotting covers. He loved to read anything ancient. His head was filled with every type of ancient belief and knowledge that there was. Recently he had come across a prophesy that interested him very much. It became an obsession for him and he focused his readings around it. Right now, though, he was reading one of the more philosophical texts. He had read hundreds of these as well, but this one was different. It seemed to hold a special meaning for him.

As he flipped through the pages, he could feel something in his mind changing. His entire way of thinking was being reformatted. Then, as he read the final words, something seemed to click. He could feel a strange stirring inside his head. Then, reality seemed to swirl and dissolve before his eyes. He saw the world in an entirely new light. He could see things he could never see before, strange things that are indescribable to anyone who hasn't seen them before. These things were the very threads that held our reality together. He could see his own threads that came from his body. He could see a gentle blue aura flowing around him. He wasn't sure when it had gotten there, but he realized he could use it to control his threads and thereby control the other threads as well.

He focused his mind in a way that seemed perfectly normal to him at the time, and then, very suddenly, a small flower appeared in front of him and fell to the floor. He continued to strain his mind and the flower set ablaze and whithered away. The ash then turned to vapor and disappeared into the air. He knew what this was. He knew from the prophesy...