Han’s mother could no longer cry. Her tears have dried up and her sobs are now silent screams. She thought it would pass; one headache, the product of a fever, that never left. She couldn't understand why such a child had to go through so much pain. A child of affluence chosen to wield the powers of the devil. At least, that was what the maids would whisper when they saw her tend to him on his good days. “He's sick.” she would tell herself ‘he'll get better.‘ She would silently hope, but as his screams grew in volume, she would lose hope and break. The final straw came when she walked into his room one day, only to find everything afloat. The furniture flying around as if in a vortex, yet her son stayed still; floating in the middle of it with the most peaceful expression she has seen from him in years. Running to the phone, she did the only thing she could do. Calling up the military officials to their district, she led them to Han’s room and soon regretted it. Her boy was pinned down and handcuffed. Shaken around like a rag doll they treated her 10 yr old with distaste. “You're hurting him!” “ Ma'am this child is a danger to all of us! He must be killed!” “But that's my son! He's just a boy he doesn't know!” She wrestled with the officers wringing their hands off Han! Desperate to get their hands off of the boy, her boy! “Please!” she pleaded but her pleas landed on deaf ears. The officers quickly shoved her away and pressed Han’s head to the floor hard. The boy that had been quiet until now open his eyes when his head impacted the floor and with a silent scream everyone was sent back. The furniture spun in a vortex around him as he held his head and thrashed about. It hurt! His head hurt to much all these thoughts they scraped at his brain begging to be read,’just stop...please!’  The  pain stopped, the furniture froze mid-air, and a woman was tending to his mother, his mother that never left his side. She walked towards him and lifted him gently into her arms. Han shivered at her touch. ‘Mama!’ he said in his mind. The woman smiled at him, “Yes sweetie what do you need?” ‘you're not my mother.’ Han looked at the woman as if she was crazy. Smiling again she chuckled at Han “Dear Luhan,  you'll soon get to know me as such.” Getting up Mama walked out with a weak Luhan in her arms,  he had no energy to fight back. His head still hurt and it didn't feel like it'd go away anytime soon. “ Sleep, the migraine will soon subside.” Touching his temple, she put Han into an instant slumber. All Han’s mother could do was watch as the queen took her son.