#100 - Relationships, Advice, and Real Talk w/ Jordan Taylor! (Part 2)

Blimey Cow Fancast

Today, I conclude my conversation with Jordan flooping Taylor, the man, the myth the legend.

To read from the following description story from the beginning, go to episode 60, then 65, then 70, and so on:

I walked with Michael (I found out this was the boy's name) and Nikayla, and as I did, they filled me in on the information I had been long seeking.
"You're the last one," Michael explained, "You're one of us, now that we have you, we can finally win.

Nikayla leaned on my shoulder and said "It's so good to have you here Drew, you're gonna love it!"

I knew they weren't lying. There faces were too genuine, too real. "This is it," I thought, "I must be home."

"Michael... you said win, what war are we fighting?"

"Oh you can hardly call it a war!" he scoffed, "it's just the dawn of a new era. Our kind is superior and are now demanding to be treated as such. Some peasants revolt and whine but for the most part they know whats good for them"

"Our kind... what do you mean by that?"

"Oh Drew..." Nikayla sighed, "you really are something. We're the Elites! That's what we tell the commons to call us, anyways, I've always preferred the term Superiors, but alas, bygones. Point is, we have special powers no one else has! And we're each unique! I didn't discover my power until I was 15, and then Ishmael took me in and taught me how to master my skill."

"I see..." I said, still confused, "and what is your skill? The fire thing you did back in the room?"

"Boo that only scratches the surface of what I am capable of now." Nikayla's eyes close for a second, then open again, "There."

Michael looked worried, "Nikki... what did you just do?"

"Somewhere in Italy, a ball of fire just incinerated about 1,000 sq. ft. into dust, that's all." she smugly replied.

Michael chuckled and muttered "Show-off"

"Hey I heard that!" Nikayla gave him a playful shove.

After what seemed like an eternity lost in my thought, and trekking by the dirt road, we came across a giant black castle.

"Woah... what's this place?" I asked.

"Why this is our destination." Michael said, "It's time you meet Ishmael, he's been waiting for you."