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The Story:
He pulled up to the iron gate, his hands wringing the steering wheel. A small box squawked at him.
“State your business.”
“I’m here to see Mr. Paris. He gave me a card and said…”
“Proceed through the gate.”
There was a buzzing sound, and the gate opened. He parked his car as far away from the landscaping as possible without being in the center of the driveway, terrified of executing any expensive flowers.
When you’re nervous about where you are, your senses become heightened to everything you do in that place. For him being nervous was close to having a nightmare. His senses were always heightened.
Once he got out of his car and walked a few steps, he wondered if he looked as new to the art of walking as he felt.
Nearing the front door, he was distracted by a familiar warning shout.
“Fore!”
He turned his head just moments before a white golfball struck him in the head. But before the impact, before he failed to duck it and after he realized the danger, he saw the ball clearly, not just in his eyes but in his mind. Time seemed to slow down, and he felt within him the ability to prevent the incident and alter the ball’s destiny.
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He awoke in some kind of home library. It was two stories and filled with books of every kind.
“Good evening, Levi. It was a nine wedge. I should’ve gone for the seven.”
“Where am I,” he asked as he sat up.
“My study, where you will learn to open your mind.”
He felt the knot on the side of his head. Right now, his mind felt more like it was in the clutches of a vice.
“Here, let me bring you a drink.”
Mr. Paris sat across from Levi with his arms resting on his cane. Without moving so much as a single finger, a drink from his desk floated over to Levi.
“How… How’d you do that?”
“By discipline, Levi. Discipline. The very same discipline you will learn here… as my apprentice. And not so coincidentally, the same discipline which could’ve stopped that golfball.”
“What, to be like superheroes?”
Mr. Paris chuckled.
“That’s ridiculous. You can call people like us the Next,” Mr. Paris said.
“People?”
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