Magic powers

Months had passed since the incident that changed Ezekiel's life forever. It was only then that he discovered that his parents, like his in his first life, worked in the field of medicine on this new world.

They were dedicated to the noble task of taking care of people's health in a vast medical facility, just as they had done on Earth.

Despite his parents' watchful eye and protective nature, Ezekiel couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.

His body was going through inexplicable changes, yet he couldn't quite put his finger on what was happening to him.

Growing up under his parents' care, Ezekiel lived a relatively normal life. However, in stark contrast to his time on Earth, his parents no longer employed a nanny to look after him.

Instead, they kept him close at all times, observing him closely for any signs of the extraordinary abilities they suspected he possessed.

Ezekiel's life became increasingly isolated as his parents tried to hide him away from everyone, including their relatives.

They kept him under strict observation, analyzing the theories they had formed about his potential gift. His mom even tried to convince his dad to take action, despite her own doubts and concerns.

Even though he was barely two years old, Ezekiel had a keen sense of what was happening around him.

He crawled around the house, taking in all the changes that had occurred since his arrival on this new world.

The house itself was the same, but it was now filled with magical items and objects that were used for magic elements' manipulation.

As Ezekiel grew older, he became more aware of the extent to which his parents were shielding him from the world.

Though he couldn't understand the reasons behind their actions, he knew that he was different and that he possessed powers beyond his comprehension.

The only question that remained was whether he would ever be able to uncover the truth about it.

Ezekiel had always known that his father possessed an extraordinary power - one that allowed him to create and heal with the flick of his wrist.

As a child, he had watched in awe as his father effortlessly conjured up toys for him to play with or medicine to cure his ailments. However, as he grew older, Ezekiel's fascination with his father's magic turned into a deep yearning to explore the world beyond the walls of his confinement.

His thoughts often drifted to his brother Nathan, who he missed terribly. Memories of him haunted Ezekiel's dreams, causing him to wake up in tears, much to his mother's frustration.

Jasmine's inability to understand the turmoil her son was experiencing only added to Ezekiel's sense of isolation.

Despite his parents' loving gestures, Ezekiel couldn't help but feel a deep-seated resentment towards them.

His mother's constant reminders of Nathan's death and her harsh treatment of him made him feel like a burden.

He despised the way she would scratch his skin while he slept after long nights of insomnia, unable to accept that he represented her loss.

The love and tenderness that his parents showed him only served to fuel his anger and frustration. He longed to be free from the shackles of their love, to escape the suffocating environment that he had grown up in.

But it wasn't until his parents began talking about supremacy and looking at him with fear in their eyes that Ezekiel realized things had gone too far.

He knew then that this was different, that there was no way he could ever trust them again. He had never planned on giving them a second chance, but now it was clear that he needed to break free from their grasp.

Ezekiel's parents had been arguing for what seemed like hours, and it was starting to make him feel uneasy. His mother was shouting at his father, who was pretending to read a newspaper to avoid another argument.

"We are not going to hide him here forever?!" His mother's voice was sharp and filled with frustration.

"I am not going to hide him here forever, it is just until I can find a way to measure his magical powers," his father replied, his voice heavy with annoyance at her persistent nagging.

"But it has been two years already! People are starting to wonder, and my parents are asking questions. Why can't they see my kid? Even he…do you think he could tolerate this place for another year?" His mother's voice had grown increasingly shrill.

"It's not that easy to take him to the facility unnoticed. We're not just random people. We're popular there. They will notice if we're taking the kid to the measurement room. How are you going to explain it to them?" His father's tone was exasperated.

"Until then, we'll think of something," his mother answered, her voice calm and measured.

"What reason is there to carry a two-year-old baby to the measurement room unless, of course, there are suspicions about his magic?" Ezekiel's father looked at him, and he quickly looked away, pretending to throw his toy.

But his father didn't give the toy back this time. The look in his eyes was different than any Ezekiel had ever seen before. It felt like his father was planning to cut ties with him very soon.

He looked up at his mother and started crawling towards his toy. She and his father were looking at each other now, and it felt like something important was happening.

"Let's do our best this weekend. Let's take him. Let's do it before we become more attached to him. Then we'll lose a lot. We'll be stained," his mother said, speaking calmly and deliberately.

"I will never be in that position. My work, my rank, my family, ....I am not letting that slide for a kid. We could make another one if things went wrong, but we will never be at the top of our country again if we…if we get caught up in supremacy-related issues." His father's voice was cold and calculating.

Ezekiel clenched his toy tightly in his hand, his anger simmering just below the surface. There were already so many suspicions surrounding him. He wasn't going to give them any more.

He watched as his parents continued to argue, their voices growing louder and more heated. He knew that something big was about to happen, and he didn't like it one bit.