<br/>Mikel X. (http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/Beloveds-Lessons/transformationpossibility3man.jpg)<br/><br/>Mikel had been walking for at least two hours now.  The wind had picked up some as it whipped his white Herringbone shirt open.  Even his hair had began to lash at his face.  Reaching up, he tied it back around the base of his neck at the hairline.  He was often scoffed at by his father for having a hair tie with him at all times.  He smiled to himself, as he could see his father shaking his head at him.<br/><br/>There was a path that Mikel followed, around the same time every night to escape the daily grind of his abilities.  He was specific in the things that he allowed himself to do, if he couldn't do it perfectly, he wouldn't be doing it at all.  So whenever he could, he would take a walk to free his mind of all that he needed to do, in order to do some of the things he wanted to do.   The path he followed led him to a small stretch of rocks, where he could watch the waves and erase the day.<br/><br/>He smiled as he saw the tide was coming in.  Once in a while, he would find some interesting things that ride the currents in.  His favorite things to find were messages in bottles.  The bottles danced through the ocean, with messages to loved ones, or secret desires.  This little oddity, often took Mikel to dark places.  The reason he walks for hours is due to these oddities.  Looking around the rocks, it seemed there were no messages tonight.<br/><br/>He picked up a handful of sand, and watched as the wind spilled the granules.  He looked around to see if there were any slaves that might have washed up.  His purple eyes saw nothing out of the ordinary.  He went to stand, brushing the sand off of his jeans.  He closed his eyes, and allowed the smells of the wilderness to over take him for a moment.   He smiled, when he heard the familiar tapping.<br/><br/>Looking down, he saw a small bottle riding the waves of the tide.  Bending to pick it up, he felt a rush start in the center of his body, and quickly disperse through his limbs.  The bottle was cool but not cold.  The tiny little cork had done its job at holding the water out.  Straightaway, he left for the Manor, there was no time to waste.