"Do not speak of things you don't understand!" Bel's grandfather sneered, rising to his own feet.
"What is there for us to understand, grandfather? Explain to us!" Bel roared. All of the glass in the room shattered. The windows, the balcony doors, the TV screen, the art prints on the wall, all flung their glass at his grandfather, who pounded the tip of his cane on the floor, freezing them before the first shard could even prick his skin. Moving forward through the bubble of glass pieces, the shards were merely brushed aside by his grandfather as he began circling Bel.
"What did your mother tell you?" His grandfather snarled at Bel as he circled him. Something danced in the back of Bel's memory, but he couldn't grasp it.
"Everything." He heard his tripled voice say. But he was not in ch
