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Chapter 8

Before we went to the field Storm led me to the girl’s change room where I found a t-shirt, and tights. I quickly changed into them. I also found an elastic, and put my hair in a ponytail.

We started off with ten laps of the track, then went to fighting. Once he was satisfied I could defend myself we started trying to control my power.

“So we’ve already established that your power responds to your emotions,” Storm said. “Whenever you get angry, you start to heat up. So, we need to learn how to use that to our advantage.”

“And how exactly are we going to use that to our advantage when I’m only now letting myself use this power,” I retorted. “I’ve never actually used my power. I’ve always suppressed it. Why do you think that girl isn’t burnt?”

“I think that you have more control over your power then you give yourself credit for. That girl isn’t burnt because you made sure not to let your power to control you. The reason that most Ignisa’s don’t have a very strong ability is because fire is hard to control, whether you have powers or not. You just have to make sure that you control the Fire, and not the other way around.”

“So, how should I start?” I asked.

“Try to make a small flame in the palm of your hand,” Storm quickly replied. “When controlling my power I find it easiest to think about what I’m doing, so try it that way first.”

I thought about a small flame appearing in my palm. Literally nothing happened. I tried again. Nothing worked.

We tried multiple things until Storm gave up, “Let’s stop, and call it a night. Nothing’ working. I’ll figure out something else for tomorrow.”

“Ok,” I said, completely calm. On the outside. On the inside, I was thinking about what those girls said. That I would never be good enough. I guess they were right. I would never be good enough.

I turned away, stone-faced, and headed to the changing room. I quickly got changed back into the blouse, and dress pants. I had to train in the stupid boots, and I was absolutely sweating.

I headed to my room to get cleaned up. When I got to my room, I looked in my closet. There was a pair of black tights, two maroon t-shirts, and a pair of black shorts. I picked up the tights, and one of the t-shirts. I went into the bathroom to wash the sweat off my face. Once I was done that I slipped into the tights and t-shirt. I didn’t care about the rules, I wanted to be comfortable.

I went back into my room, and picked up ACOMAF and started reading on the window seat.

A few hours later I looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table, they allowed us to have that for obvious reasons, and I saw that Camden was probably going to knock soon, since it was close to dinner time.

I opened my door, and Camden had his fist in a knocking position, a shocked expression on his face.

“That was unintentional if you’re wondering,” I said, referring to my perfect timing, “and I’m already ready.”

Camden looked down at my outfit. I was wearing the tights, t-shirt, and the boots that were given to me. Camden immediately said, “You can’t wear that. It’s against the dress code. Only formal wear is allowed. As you can see.” He gestured to his dark grey button-up shirt, and black pants.

“I don’t care,” I replied, my voice monotone. I really didn’t. I was wearing the colours I was supposed to, so I didn’t really care. I’d prefer to be comfortable.

Camden shrugged, and Iris came out her room. She had a black skirt, the short schoolgirl one, and a dark green blouse that made her eyes pop. When she spotted me her eyes widened, “You can’t wear that, it’s against the dress code!”

I shrugged, not wanting to argue about it. I was about to turn to go down the stairs, but Iris grabbed me. I whirled around, once again livid that someone would dare touch me. I pushed her up against the wall. MY arm pressed against her throat. Her feet weren’t touching the ground

I leaned in close to her ear, whispering, “I told you not to touch me, didn’t I?”

She nodded her head.

I could feel the heat rising. It wanted to be let out. It wanted to burn this place, and everyone in it, to a crisp. I pushed it down until I couldn’t feel it anymore. I stepped back, “Next time listen to my warning.”

With that, I pushed past a gaping Camden, and a freshly showered, stone-face Storm. I bumped against both their shoulders since this was a small hallway, and I was around 6’2”, 6’3”. I was pretty tall for a girl. That’s why I lifted Iris off her feet. She was around 5’6”, 5’7”.

They both stumbled back a bit.

I headed down the flight of stairs, grumpy. If somebody tried to talk to me, to stop me, I might just lose control.

I stopped for a minute, leaning against the cool wall, and took a deep breath. I needed to calm down. I took a few more deep breaths, and my temperature cooled. I started walking towards the dining room again.

Storm’s POV

I watched her walk down the stairs. Her temperature had risen. I could feel the heat rising off her.

I looked back over to Iris, and she had fear in her eyes, her face. She went to go after Blaze, to apologize probably, but I grabbed her arm, shaking my head. She probably shouldn’t go after Blaze like this. I was the only one who could protect myself from her. And even then, when she learnt to control her powers she would be more powerful than all of us combined.

I knew what the prophecy meant. ′Earth will lead. Air will befriend. Water will love. Spirit will heal. Fire will destroy.′ Iris would be the leader of the group. Camden would be good friends with Blaze. I was meant to fall in love with Blaze, but that wasn’t happening. I hated her. Spirit would heal something. I still wasn’t to sure about that one. Blaze will destroy the Darkness that is spreading through all the worlds.

I headed down the stairs after Blaze.

I heard Blaze stop for a second. I peeked down to the landing, Blaze close to the second flight of stairs, leaning her forehead. I heard her take a few deep breaths.

Eventually after a few minutes Blaze’s shoulder’s relaxed, and she straightened making her way, I’m guessing, to the dining hall.

Looks like she could control her power better than she thought. Good to know. I’m going to keep that in mind for training. She worked on instinct, not thinking through things. Well, not all the time.

I heard Camden, and Iris making their way down the stairs, so I started walking the rest of the way to the dining hall.

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