******Ten years later******
The Age of Civilization
In one of the unmaintained and neglected drawing rooms of Eric Winston's academy of children with superhuman abilities or as they loved to call it with an acronym EWACSA, a boy seven years of age. Dressed in blue shorts, red and blue checked shirt with a red tie was standing in front of a portrait. In that very room, there was another portrait. The two were covered in dust and cobwebs. No maintenance was done on them by the staff like it was an abomination to do so. What really bothered the boy was the fact that despite their environment the two people on each of the portraits, a man and a woman both looked happy. That day he was standing in front of his favorite one. Every time he stood there he felt free. He and the man in the portra
