My name is David Powers. It is kind of ironic that my last name is Powers, for I have a special ability. I discovered my ability when I was going through a bunch of stuff in my grandmother’s attic. I picked up a piece of jewelry that belonged to her. My mind filled with memories that were not my own. It took me a while to realize who they belonged to.
“Grandma!” I exclaimed.
But, my grandmother had been dead for over a year. Yet, it was her memories that I was seeing. And, the image was clear, not like a dream. It was almost as if the memories were mine.
Now, I find myself at this … place. There is no other way to describe it, really. It is the kind of place that no one talks about. People know that these type of places exist, but they choose to ignore.
I’m laying in a bed in the infirmary. A nurse comes over to talk to me.
“Where am I?”
“You are here because you have a special ability.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” I reply. I sit up and sit on the edge of the hospital bed.
"This place is a different kind of town,” she answers, still not really answering my question.
There is a girl sitting on a bed across the room. She had been looking at me the whole time I had been there. For I know she was looking at me before I woke up.
“This is your new home,” she calls out across the room.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Artemis,” she says as she hops off her bed. She walks over to my bed. “They won’t tell me much of anything either. I don’t even know the name of this place.”
“Nice to meet you Artemis.” After greeting her, I add: “Do you have a special ability?”