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Warlock

Chapter 2
Growing Up

I was born normal except for the fact that I gave my mother no pain what so ever. Two minutes later my brother David was born. We both had an oval gem the size of a quarter on our foreheads. Our mother, the queen, smiled as we were given to her. Our father touched our gems as he spoke, "What's thi-Aggghh!" My father was shocked by some force inside our crystal, and was thrown across the room. It seemed if anyone but my mom, my brother, or I touched our gems, it would send a jolt of power through the unfortunate person. Being the tough guy my father was, he shook off the defensive power jolt and got up. "Interesting," my dad said as he approached my mother.
Another thing that's different about growing up Questoions is that we mature fast as kids, but when we hit the age of 15 for earthlings (we had the bearings of a 25 year old man) we start aging very slow. For the early years, our new powers developed. It seemed that not only could my brother and I fly, we had a thing called telekinesis, which meant we could talk to each other through our minds.
We could also, with our hands, move things like markers. The older we got, the bigger things we could move. Like at three we could move a table, but at 16 we could move four hovercars (1000 lb.). We also learned, flew (without wind resistance 45 mph), and ran (at best 50 mph) much faster than any other Questoions on our planet. When we became nineteen, my father learned that Thanos was indeed coming to Questworld to search for his gem. We had not seen father so uptight for years. He was getting ready for war.
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Thanos walked down the corridor towards his war room. As he walked in, he saw his captains huddled around his weapons. "Get away," he roared," I always pick weapons first!"
His captains scattered away from the weapons. "Weasels." He said aloud as he picked up two energy bars.
Thanos was a descendant from a race called Titans. They had a skin rougher and tougher than the toughest metal and were largely built (over 800 lb.). Surprisingly they could move 45 mph and naturally had a form of telekinesis they could only move small objects with their hands. They were natural war creatures and that which there only enabled there to be one. After cold-bloodedly killing millions of his own kinfolk, he had earned this title.
Thanos exercised roughly with his nine captains. He was throwing them against the walls, and punching and kicking them to the ground. When he had finished he was disappointed, there was no challenge whatsoever. Things were going to change.
They were now on a steady course to Questworld through rumors of there being two incredible teens who had unknown powers through gems. Just rumors, though he had hoped them true. He wanted his gem and at any cost, he had been waiting for over 15 years. Patience was one of his virtues, though could only be stretched for so long before it broke. He looked back at his captains dead on the floor and grimaced, "Weaklings." He went to his room to plan.

Chapter 3

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