Chapter One
-Enya
As I walked along the bridge’s ledge I contemplated setting it ablaze, not that I hated my life or the bridge itself but I was an elemental and fire was my thing. If I didn’t use my element when I could control it, it would consume everything around me. If my emotions were not stable everything ended up smoke and ash, sometimes these outbursts did damage I couldn’t fix. I gazed
down into the river of clear liquid and found myself staring at my features. I had round amber eyes, curly untamable pumpkin toned hair and clay colored skin. Beautiful but tragic as mother would say. I’m embodied with flames and no one resembles me, elementals didn’t exist anymore. As I stared I saw the flames dance in my eyes, reminding me that I am not my own keeper. I had to pull myself away from staring before the memories caught up to me, so I turned and
continued my stroll.The cobblestone beneath my feet filled the air with my steps as I proceeded on to the route that held my temporary home; always temporary. Most individuals knew I was different, and for that reason alone individuals stayed clear from my path, not too mention there was only so much damage I could inflict on an individual place for so long before
someone noticed. I ended my steps on the cobblestone and started my journey through the woods. I began hiking through the rocks and trees while inhaling the smell of fall in the air. The trees were starting to bow and look tired, while creatures were working hard to slumber. I spotted the abandoned house that I currently stay in, the wood was sturdy but worn.There was a well and the home had character. I liked that it was broken but not in shambles it reminded me of myself. I
entered the narrow doorway and sat on the pile of hay while I outstretched my arms and aimed at the fireplace, the fire coiled inside of myself and then released shooting through my insides and out through my fingertips. The flames found themselves in the fireplace and I laid back while pulling bread from my leather bag and began scarfing it down. I reached back into my
bag and found the milk I had traded hard labor for. I laid there, eating and questioning why was I the only elemental left?, the same question I had asked myself a hundred times before I fell asleep and let the nightmares invade me...
-Colden
I sat and listened to my father go on about me turning the trees’ fingers to icicles before their time. I have had conversations such as these since I was a boy but what my father doesn’t know is that even though my control is nearly perfect with my element it aches my bones if I don’t release it “Colden” Leon yelled. “Are you even listening? This is serious. The town can not have winter any sooner than last year, their harvesting isn’t completed for you to be filling the air with frost” ’I know”, I stated. He let out a huge breath of air while eyeing me. I rolled my eyes, and he laughed while murmuring how I was a pain in his side. I lived in a quiet town filled with honest people who embraced the fact that I was different. We’ve (My father and I) have lived here my
my whole life, my mother didn’t survive my birth but my father did all that he could to raise an elemental. That was no easy feat since I am the last of my kind and no one knows what to do when their child freezes over lakes with their bare hands. Ice is my element
and I resembled a frozen prince with my steel iris’s, ashed hair with violet tips that I lazily had disheveled every day, to top it off I had porcelain skin. The girls in town wanted my attention but I don’t believe they understood the power that hummed inside of me, that I was dangerous and they were no match for me. I wasn’t being egotistical but realistic that if my power ever got out of hand I could hurt them, really hurt them. I had killed my own mother just with being brought into existence...
-Enya
The visions blurred while I tossed and turned and the screams raged inside of me. It was my reminder that I had done evil, pure evil with my own hands. My mother had whispered that she knew I would ruin her, she knew the day I was conceived. The flames raised while my cries worsened, I was burning her and our home alive because I was upset and couldn’t control myself. I was a child begging my mother to love me, crying out for her to love me all the while I was taking her life. I awoke and brought myself to my knees reciting poems backwards so that my flames didn’t come to life like they had back then when I lost control..
I calmed myself, taking deep breaths in and letting myself exhale the panic. I noticed I was covered in sweat and the heat had risen inside my home. I laid back down and pushed the memory away, did I allow sleep to be mine again or do I get up and look at the
stars turn to clouds as the night turns to day? I guess the latter it is, I stared at the wooden ceiling thinking about everything, and nothing at all. The loneliness threatened to close in around me and I decided it was about time to say farewell to my dreams and get ready. I slowly brought my feet to the edge of the hay pile, let out a sigh and proceeded to get ready.
-Colden
Father was awake and already busy as I slowly moved down from the top of our wooden stairs, I cupped my yawn and began rubbing the sleep from my facial features.
“Morning Colden”,
“Morning father, did you even sleep” Leon laughed and stated
“You sleep enough for the both of us”, I glared
“Well to be this handsome I need sleep”, he then guffawed and said “Maybe you need more”, I finished walking down the steps with my lips curled up. Our playful banter was always welcomed. It reminded me that my father loved me, as he always had.
“Aunt Ester will need us in two days time to help with her livestock.”
”To Vader then?” I asked.
“Ie” he answered.
Vader was a small town, overwhelmed with hardworking people. Cobblestone, and wooden homes with fireplaces. We’ve traveled there almost every year to visit my Aunt Ester who loves me as if I was her own, she was a round woman with a bright smile and warm aura. She never did have kids of her own, she said that why have a child with no husband, and why have a husband to clean more drawers. I believe my sense of humor came from her, just as my diligence came from my father. Any who I grabbed the rye and the butter and headed to pack.
