A great pleasure in life is doing what others say you cannot.
It was against the rules. Revealing the existence of our Academy and it's purpose to a Normie was strictly forbidden by the Supreme Council, for the safety of our kind. However, when I had to face Mrs. Hemsworth about her daughter Ava, I couldn't help but give her a briefing on where we were taking her child. I couldn't help it. She was a mother after all, and no good mother would let their only child go off with a stranger who randomly appeared on their doorstep.
I drew a tab out of my pocket and opened the file -
Name: Jason Delacour
Residence: Fred Jefferson Memorial Home, 1408 Main Street, Canberra.
Thankfully, the two Paladins from Canberra came from the same town. Made my job easier. And from what I had observed, the both seemed like friends. I walked faster, making my way through the throng of busy people, all wrapped up in their own affairs - perfect for me.
I stopped at the door of a tall building. It looked like a cheerful place, with potted plants flanking the door and flowers growing out of planters on every balcony. A marble plaque proclaimed the name of the institution.
I stood up and shook his hand.
"Thank you very much Mr. Easton, for the wonderful opportunity"
"Not at all, Mr. Wilson. Its what we do. Would you like to take Jason home now?"
He lead me down a long corridor, to a room, and then left.
I knocked on the door, and was met by a frowning young boy.
"Hello Jason" my voice echoed through the room. it was clean and bright, but painfully bare. it had none of the posters or pictures one would expect in a teenage boy's room. A bed lay in a corner, with spotless white sheets. the only other articles of furniture on the room were a tall cupboard and a study table.
"Are you M. Wilson?" he regarded me coldly.
"Yes. Do you have any idea why I am here?"
"Mr. Easton mentioned you would be coming. Why are you here?" he asked, the coldness in his tone still striking. He sat on the bed, leaving the door open behind him. I got the message.
"My name is Charles Wilson. I am the headmaster of Exemplar Academy, and I'm here to admit you in my Academy." I explained.
"Thanks, but no thanks. I am not coming."
I smiled. I had seen this same reaction countless times before. The boy had spirit.
"Exemplar Academy is not just any regular school. It is a school for special children who can de special things."
"And what exactly makes me so special?" he asked, just a hint of curiosity staining his voice. He didn't look very strong; nothing like one of those built up men in the movies. But appearances can be deceptive. And I knew that more than anyone else.
"Tell me, Jason. Have you ever noticed how strong you are? How you never seem to get injured?"
He raised his eyebrows in shock.
"How do you know about that?" he asked me, wide-eyed. The former chill tone he had assumed had melted away to a pure child-like wonder and curiosity.
This was going to be easy.
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