The last thing he saw was Albert’s glaring face and his fist under the flashing alarm lights. Before he could figure out what went wrong, he started shaking violently, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
By the time the blackness had settled in him, Liam realized he was in a trance. At first, he didn’t know where he was. It felt like a fever dream, but then the face of an old man materialized in front of him.
“You spent too much energy in so little time,” the man said, his voice drifting with his being, like the wind. “You must learn to control your thoughts and your actions if you want to survive long in life.”
What’s going on? He wondered. Had he really convulsed into a trance? Why did that happen?
“You have knowledge of the old and expertise to do with whatever you want,” the old
