[h3][color=00aeef][James Adams]~~Angel[/color][/h3]

James' bed was very springy and bouncy, testing this as he bounced on it getting out of bed. He clicked his alarm off, and got ready in the morning. Shower. Clothes. Teeth. Hair. Food. He hadn't told his parents about his abilities, there had always been a disconnect from him and them, they never really got along. This only perpetuated the matter. He grabbed his B-Phone, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vBecM3CQVD8]put in his headphones[/url], put on his jacket, and scarf, and headed out. He was going to go practicing his dragon technique. He though it was incredibly cool to make some ice dragons shoot water out of their mouths, even if it was only for himself.

That thought was thoroughly interrupted though. James tried keeping his hobby a secret, but I guess some of the kids in his town found out. It startled him so much, that his entire act fell to the ground, ice and snow scattered all over. 

"Oh look, it's the 'special' kid. Looks like your going to pee your pants. You scared little boy?" He started to beat his hand into his palms. 

No, he had the power. James would stand up for himself. He stood his ground, his hands in his pockets, shivering. He was scared, but he wouldn't show it, wouldn't let them get a foothold on him. He sent small shards of ice from the destroyed dragon their way. They came like a condensed hailstorm, and they turned tail and ran, screaming.

"Oh shit! When could he do that?" Whoever told them was going to have to have a nice talk. 

He shot one ice shard down, and pinned one running boy to a tree by his pants, and James walked up to him.

"Who told you my hobby? Oh, and don't come back, I'll spare you." He was shaking so much, but he hid it, and put it all into being menacing. The older boy was very apparently scared. His face was pale like he had seen a ghost.

"It was...um....Jim. He lives a ways away in a cottage alone in the woods. Please don't hurt me..." His voice quivered at the last sentence, and pointed a different direction. 

"Good boy." James pat his head, and pulled the ice stake from out of the tree. "And remember, don't come back. Spread the word to everyone. Don't Mess With James."

James started in the direction he pointed him to. It wouldn't be to long, and he had a plan...