<blockquote><div><cite>The Creator wrote:</cite>Lady Violetta stepped back away and allowed the magic work it's way through the boy's body. It  was obvious to her that he had Earth power. Two girls had Fire power as their strongest magic. That much was obvious.<br/><br/>"Everyone please stay calm as your new powers mix with your old body. Many things happen when you transit into the Academy. Aisling stop whirling around and Angel you won't be able to go but you can stay outside in the pounding rain. I mean really pounding with Hail Stones. Look up in the darkening sky. Everyone into the Castle quickly now!" She commanded sternly as she looked at the quickly darkening sky. Lightning could be seen but it was in strange colors of the rainbow not at all like the lightning on Earth! She levitated James and took him inside with her.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>James limped towards the castle doors, he had to be extremely careful the wound was a clean cut, but was still pretty bad. James shook his head and thought,<span style="font-style: italic"> Coma dreams are very strange.</span>Surely he had to be in an a coma from the accident, this isn't reality this like a fiction from his parents books, weather just isn't like this, it can't be. But his dreams were never this realistic, he wasn't ever this aware, and he never felt this much pain in them.<span style="font-style: italic">I must be on drugs, that's what it is, the doctors gave me morphine.</span>But he knew if that were the case he would be extremely loopy, not as cognitive as he is now, and pain should have been dulled. He was taking forever to get to the door, eventually Lady Violetta just levitated him and kept him with the rest of the group. James was worried about all the cats and dogs so he left the door open for them.<br/><br/>He then hobbled up to the girl he had figured out was deaf, and signed to her saying.<span style="color: #00FF00"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Hi, my name is James. Thank you for helping me earlier.</span></span></span>He was much more confident speaking to her that way than in english, he prefered almost any other kind of communication than english. And sign language or writing even more so, as talking was just always harder for him than doing something he could see. He was a visual learner, something he sure he had to have in common with this girl.<br/><br/>Before leaving the entryway to the castle he looked back out at the girl who had been fighting. He couldn't just leave her out there, and just when he decided to run out and get her, she followed them, even if reluctantly. James then followed Lady Violleta, all be it slowly, he had to focus too much on just trying to keep up to be able to pay attention to much of what she said. While walking he accidentally brushed against Angela, and she was hot, like temperature hot, his arm flared for a second before he got it under control. He made sure to keep his distance from her.<br/><br/>When Lady Violetta started the lecture he tried to pay attention, but he had no way to take notes, and it was hard enough to pay attention with both his arm and his leg aching so much, though it was better to be sitting now. Jame had so many question for Lady VIoletta but was far to timid to want to voice them in front of everyone.<br/><br/>He was so relieved when he got the PLT, finally something I can take notes with, now I can start to learn something. James had been taught that there were three ways of learning. Auditory learners, kinesthetic learners, and visual learners, like him. And far too often schools will focus on one type of learning and force all students to try and learn that way, which can really frustrate some kids. His father was a kinesthetic learner and had a hard time learning through reading and listening to a teacher give a lecture, he learned much better by doing something. His mother was an auditory learner, she had understood things best if they were told to her. And James being visual was best taught by reading the written word or seeing something for himself, that is why he liked to type everything down.<br/><br/>James put his earth hand and his normal hand on the PLT scanner, and it seemed to read his aura just fine. He started to fill out the form on the PLT, but his large rock fingers were making it difficult. He focused on his hand trying to make his earth arm more like his normal one, and suddenly it became very sleek, almost as if it was polished. Once he did that he didn't have to concentrate to keep that way, it just stayed in that shape on it's own. This magic thing was quite useful, of course this is my dream, and the nightmare is what I left behind. Suddenly all the thought he had been pushing to the back of his mind unleashed themselves upon him. His parents were dead, his best friend Tiffany, gone. Tears rolled down his face, he wiped them away with his dirt arm, which just left a big smear on his face.<br/><br/>James feared he was about to break down in front of everyone when he heard the deaf girl, whose name turned out to be Eira, ask some questions that he had been too afraid to ask, she was obviously very smart bought also confident, something he hadn't expected. He wished he could be like that. James typed up bothe questions and the answers Lady Violetta gave to them. He stopped when she mentioned that the testing chamber might make them disappear. Fear gripped him his arm started to spaz out again. He wasn't fearing for himself, but for the other girl, he could not just stand by and watch someone die again. He hoped that she was just having a rough time right now, surely the machine would pick up on that. She was still a kid, just like him, becoming a better person is a part of growing up, she just needed the time to do that. Jame wasn't sure what he should do, should he say something should he try to help the girl? His arm started to violently shake and become deformed from the sleek hand it had been.