Even in the almost pitch black corridor, any traces of light that could break through the doors would reflect off the gold handrails and form an intricate pattern making the spacious corridor seem congested. 5 kids trudged towards the end, dragging their feet along the velvet carpet.
As they were greeted by the glaring sunlight, they started to consider how on earth they ended up in this mess. Once their eyes had adapted to the fierce glare, they could see a group of men surrounding them on the wooden deck of this boat. If they dared to look further, they were surrounded by water, fighting off the light, keeping its inhabitants cool. On the upper half of this magnificent canvas, the sun was a tyrant, and the bravest birds submitted to its power, flying closer to the cool sea. On the opposite side of the deck was another boy, the sun reflecting on his blonde hair, as if to anoint him as its heir. Judging from his skin tone, he would be of African descent. Behind his hair, his eyes darted between the mighty sky and the kingdom of the sea.
'What if the fish were to end up in the sky and the birds in the ocean,' he thought to himself.
When he looked back down, he was greeted by steely stares from his visitors. They were all dressed identically, the boy's very own design. It seemed like a mix between a prison kit and school uniform, which was a stark contrast between the designer clothes he wore, as a grim mask to hide his innocence. 3 boys and two girls,
"I'm honestly not sure what to say, you're all here," said the boy on, his voice booming out and shattering the silence that had steadily built up. He studied them once more. "I see that you're not in the best conditions. What a shame."
A man with a chef hat walked next to the boy
"Sir, the coffee is ready for the men," he whispered
The boy just nodded, and the whole dozen or so built men walked off briskly.
"Please listen carefully. You must stop resisting, because I have no intention of hurting you. After all, everyone is born with a heart." The other children felt the presence of this one boy, and it seemed that everyone looked at him in awe. "I know you need some rest," he said quietly, yet his words were amplified by the gravity of his voice. His eyes started to shine in a humane way. "Go get-"
The guards began walking back to their positions on the boat, and the boy's expression darkened.
As the kids started walking back, the boy shouted "Stop!" and they turned around slowly.
"I figured you could be useful here," he stated. "You can clean the boat up."
As if to respond from the puzzled looks that he got, he raised hand, and made a spinning gesture, and a breeze on a sunny day picked up, but in a few moments, it became a gust that swooped up the coffee from the bodyguards and sent in whirling into the air. All of the bodyguards lost their footing, not that there was much to lose. At the end of the hurricane, only two people were left standing - the boy with blonde hair, and one of the kids. Porcelain shards were scattered across the deck and the guards, if alive, were suffering serious burn wounds and cuts. The boy with blonde hair had also been struck but broken cups, yet he stood smiling, as if the agony of his own screaming neurons entertained him.
"Aren't you Scared?" he asked gleefully, after seeing the defiance on the girls face.
He raised his hands once more, but to the shock of anyone remaining conscious, there was no destruction occurring, and one henchman even dared to breathe a sigh of relief. But when he looked up, fear awoke from its ephemeral sleep, as all he could see was a shell of water. Once everyone regained their orientation, they understood that their boat was only protected from the mass of water by the boy, holding it out. Birds were snatched from their home in the sky, to be eternally freed from the sun above, and fish were flung out of the seas only to flop back into the twisted warzone between the sea and the sky that the boy created. When the remaining guards looked at him in utter despair, their hearts thumping in their chests, he just sneered and twisted his hand. As if to respond to this gesture, water burst this bubble that he created, and invaded the deck of the boat. Rocks, fish, birds, anything that was unfortunate enough to be in the area of this attack were thrown at the deck of the boat, and the guards were no longer worried about looking after the children the boy had ordered them too, instead they fought against anything that they saw. When it all ended, the boy just grinned, and said "You've got plenty to work on. Get started."
But when he noticed that there was no one one the deck aside from his dying henchmen, in a burst of rage, he created a 20 meter tall wave, releasing his anger, and then started planning...
