Only 6 months wait
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The mutant had managed to be lift me and place me on the crudely constructed bed after about an hour of unconsciousness I awoke with a jolt to see a bowl of stew being offered to me by a pair of scared and mangled hands.
“Not the best sight to see when you first wake up I know” said the mutant passing me the bowl and crossing the floor of the cavern to his home term.
“Who are you?” I asked shakily, drinking the stew from the bowl, it was hot and actually tasted quite nice although I couldn’t tell what it was made of.
“More importantly, who are you? I’ve not detected a psionic presence down here in decades and then one of the most powerful I’ve ever felt comes to visit me”
Staring at the mutant I tried remembering what happened, I could remember the great white light, the thumping migraine and finally the scorching pain I felt in my hand as it burst into flames. Putting the bowl of stew down slowly I pulled back the long sleeve of my jacket which I’d been using to hold the hot bowl with like a glove.
Without turning to face me the mutant began to speak
“No, you wont find any scorch marks, not even a bit of singeing to the hairs on your hand – after all what use would being able to summon fire be if it burnt the hand of it’s creator. What’s your name kid?”
“Quoth err Q for short” I said nervously.
“Well Q, you’ve certainly got the gift, I haven’t felt so much psi energy in years, well to tell you the truth I haven’t felt it at all for along time, since they abandoned that storage room and corridor due to the damp no one seems to come even that far down here anymore”
“What do you mean I’ve got the gift? And a powerful psionic presence? All I knew is that I had one heck of a bad headache then fire burst out of my hand” I replied hastily over my bowl of stew.
“Then you have a lot to learn about the powers you possess....”
The mutant grinned at me, or at least attempted to as one side of his jaw hung slack from the rest giving him a lop-sided expression.
“But who are you?”
“Me? That isn’t important but if you must know my name is Zindain Bail”