On his way to the “M” Will’s mind whirred. He used everything in his power—all his training—to elevate his mood. He was seldom, if ever, unable to bring up his points. He could do it. This time was no exception. He thought about how lucky he was and concentrated on happier moments.
The “M” was one of those moments. When he was last at the “M” was the very reason why he had been promoted to Level Twelve. He let his memory fall back to that day . . .
It had been just an ordinary day, a day he took a simple walking shortcut home when he became an unexpected hero. Always hyper-aware of his surroundings, he gasped as he rounded the bend. What he saw about ten feet away from the walking path seized the breath in his chest. A fair-skinned, dark-haired boy about twelve was poised to throw a Fris
