"Well, I'm dabbling with teleportation." Reluctantly, Tex replied. "Only my success rate is less than perfect." He sighed. "What I teleport keeps returning and I can't seem to grasp what I am missing in the event needed to make it work."
Being a fan of fantasy, you shrugged. "Maybe you are not using enough power or you are not fully focusing on exactly where you want to send what you are teleporting."
"Perhaps..." Blushing, Tex said. Then he thought, "Of course she'd be the one to figure out what I'm likely doing wrong." He sighed, reciting the event command in his head, not realizing he had made a critical error. He summoned his spark, a glowing spinning orb of energy to his hand, surprising you. He sighed. "I just wish I could show you where James has been all year."
To his and your surprise, Tex's spark seemed to explode, creating a blinding light. You screamed in fight and in pain, your eyes stinging before you felt a rush. Instantly after, you hit the floor with your head spinning and your eyes burning. Unknown to you, they were slightly scorched from Tex summoning too much of his power to bear. You struggled to your feet, hearing voices somewhere near by and began to feel your way along the wall to find help.
"What the hell was that, Tex?!" Annoyed, you called out. "Where'd you go?!"
You paused hearing a number of male voices, all stating, "Huh?" before stating, rather mischievously, "Hmmm!"
"As you were!" An authoritative voice barked. You recognized it as James. You jumped feeling someone firmly grip your shoulder. "Jessica, are you alright?"
"I think so, other than my eyes stinging." Feeling faint, you replied. "I can't see thanks to Tex blowing up his spark in my face."
You then explained what had happened to which James gave a low sigh. "You better come with me, sis." Wearily, he said. You felt something being clamped onto your wrist with a low beep. It felt like a tight bracelet or a handcuff. "Keep that on if you know what's good for you."
Confused, dizzy, feeling drained, you allowed James to lead you to a room where you heard another familiar voice, it was your grandfather, Devlin Moray. "What exactly transpired here?" With a sigh, he demanded.
James urged you to sit in a chair. "Stay here until I get back." Almost forcefully, he said. "I shall deal with this matter."
He then walked away and you heard him and grandpa talking but you could not hear what was being said. Finally, footsteps approached you again and you heard grandpa give a light chuckle as if he were amused by something. Finally, he said...
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