Jared

* In an obscure abandoned scrap car yard *

There I was minding my own business when I hear an audible gasp. I crawled out from underneath the car and saw a kid no more than ten years old staring at my car.

"Don't even think about touching my car," I growled.

The boy now laughed, "You call that a car? You certainly put it in the right place. It's like it belongs here."

I blinked, this kid's audacity surprised me. There was one thing in this world I did care about, my car and he was blatantly calling it a piece of scrap metal.

"How does it even run?" He continued unfazed by my stare. "I mean some of the cars here look to be in better condition."

"Fine I can make it look nicer if that would suit you," I said.

"Please do, it really pains me to look at it," He taunted.

I put my hand on the vehicle and the paint job and outer bodywork repaired as I used my power on it. It was a silver convertible, resembling the horse design but slightly modified. His eyes went so wide I thought they were going to pop out of his head.

"How'd you do that?" He asked.

I grinned, "Magic."

"Magic?" He looked happy rather than surprised. "I have magic too."

I raised an eyebrow, he was too young to have been there himself unless he got and organ to something from someone who was there.

"Do any of your siblings have magic?" I asked as I crawled back underneath the car.

"My brother Ivar does," He sounded sad. "But he ditched me and went to work for the government."

"Really?" I nearly laughed, but I held it in. "I'm sorry. Maybe I can do something to help."

"There are some races tonight a few miles from here, maybe you could take me," He sounded happy.

"What kind of races?" I asked.

"Car races."

I smirked, "How would I go about getting entry to one of these?"

"With this thing?" He did not sound impressed. "It looks cool and all but it's not a race car."

"When I'm done with these modifications it will be just about anything I need it to be," I grinned, he obviously had no idea what I meant.

I crawled out from underneath and looked at him, "You should be going. I'll be here, remember I didn't ask you where exactly I still need you to get to the race. Just swing by before they happen and show me the way."

He left and I smiled, I was going to be able to test out my new baby in a real race.