Gemotions

The air crackled with a strange current, and his hands were constantly busy. He pulled up the old roses that his mother had cherished. His fingers dug into the soil with ferocity. He then began the task of removing all the family heirlooms. He moved them with speed and precision, each object handled like a precious, vital item. This had to be done right. This needed to be done perfectly. The thought of the old house being replaced by something new filled him with an almost unreasonable surge of power.