Mr.Millard woke up in a hospital bed with a tall, slender man standing next to him.
“Where, am I?” he said deliriously.
“You are in a hospital.” “I am Winston.” the man responded.
“Why”. Mr.Millard questioned.
“Because your red Toyota Camry, license plate JXG-1874, crashed on Oxe road at
8:17 p.m.” He said robotically.
“Oh, okay.” Mr.Millard said awkwardly.
“Come with me sir.” he said grabbing his hand.
Winston led him through a metal bunker and several hallways. They stopped at a large curtain hanging from a doorway.
“Wait this place doesn't look like a hospi-” Winston pushed Mr.Millard through the curtain.
Mr.Millard laid sprawled on the floor in front of what appeared to be an arguing council. They stopped talking and suddenly stared at him. Mr.Millard brushed himself off, glared at Winston, and spoke to the council
“Excuse me, where am I exactly?” Mr.Millard asked.
A large, fat man stood up. “Ah, Jeremy Millard”. He said. “We have been waiting a long time for you.”
“Sir?” Mr.Millard asked.
“Allow me to explain” the man said.
“I am Jones, and we are the Elementals, special humans with extraordinary powers. For example, Winston here has OCD, and is great at picking up on tiniest microscopic details, and James here, is faster than any creature in the world.”
“But what does this have to do with me.” Mr.Millard asked.
“Only 15 elementals have existed in the 21st century, but there was a prophecy about another elemental that would be the most powerful of all, this person is you.”
