I Woke Up With Magical Powers

Suddenly, it all disappears. You rub your eyes and let out a huge sigh. This had been it, your recurring dream since that man gave you the crystal. You recall the memory clearly:

It was a windy day. You had lost your way home while returning to the marketplace. You warm your hands upon the bakery bread you had picked up. You are tempted to eat it, but you know how angry your mother will be if you serve yourself with the goods she lent you the money to buy. You shake your head and keep walking when you spot a man whistling on the sidewalks. His clothes were rather dirty, and his face grimed. However, you are sure he is no stranger to this place.