Storm was still gaping at me like an idiot. It’s like he forgot who I was. Who I am. I’m moody, and snappy, and don’t take shit from anyone. Not anymore. Also, I was still mad at him for not seeing me the month I had been in the infirmary. He had left me there all alone. And then I see him with her.
I keep on an indifferent face, but kick Storm underneath the table. Hard. I kept eating casually, but Storm winced when my foot made contact. He gave me look of ’are you kidding me?’ I just raised an eyebrow challengingly, the rest of my face indifferent. He just shook his head and went back to eating.
When I was done eating I went straight back to my room. Just as I was stepping into the hall to my room Mya exited the door at the end of the hall. Right. She was the Chosen for Spirit. When she saw me surprise was evident on her face. I just gave her silence in return, walking to my room. Before she could say anything to me I had slammed my door shut behind me.
I peeled out of my hoodie and jogging pants collapsing into bed in underwear and a t-shirt. I was too tired to care about what I had on when I went to bed. It’s not like anyone is going to see me. The bed was so unbelievably soft. So were the sheets. And this was my bed. Mine.
I eventually fell asleep. But the nightmares quickly caught up to me.
I woke up in a cold sweat, my breaths shuddering out of me. I sat up, turning so that my feet were on the ground. I set my arms on my thighs, covering my face with my hands. I couldn’t deal with these nightmares. I still had the sound of the whip, and the whimper of pain that came from them. My family. The few people I actually cared for.
I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. Then I stood up, and went to my window. I didn’t have anything with me, but I could still use some fresh air. I opened the window, and inhaled the fresh air. Then I hopped out of my window, the cold night air hitting my skin. I forgot I wasn’t really wearing anything. But I didn’t really care. It was the dead of night, and nobody was out to see me.
I walked to the edge of the roof, overlooking the training grounds and forest. It was beautiful at this time of night. The field was awash in blue-green light, and the stars were bright in the sky. It lit up the whole area. Then I saw something flying across the field. It was purple and dark blue, from what I could see in the darkness. It was just bigger than a bird.
Then all of a sudden I felt a hand at my shoulder. I jumped out of my skin, bringing my elbow back into their gut, and spinning around to see who it was. I saw dark hair, and a broad figure. It was Storm. And I was out here in my underwear and t-shirt.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, whisper yelling.
“What are you doing out here, Blaze?” Storm retorted. He uncoiled from his half bent position.
“I needed some fresh air, idiot. What, did you think I was going to jump or something?”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you did,” he replied.
“I’m not ever going to kill myself Storm. Do you know what that would mean if I did?” I asked.
“No. What would it mean?” he asked, sincerely.
“It would mean that they win. And you know how much I like to lose.”
“Not at all.”
I nodded my head, and headed back inside, stepping past Storm and hoping he wouldn’t notice my lack of clothes. I climbed back into my room, leaving my window open behind me so that Storm could get back in.
I climbed into bed, facing away from the window. A few minutes later I heard Storm climb in the window. Next thing I knew he was underneath the covers with me, shirt off, and spooning me. Comforting me in the most cheesy way ever. And it worked. I fell asleep almost instantly.
When I woke up Storm was gone, and I was too hot under the covers. I pushed them off, and started getting ready for the day. I slipped on a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants. I walked out of my room and was greeted by Camden, and Iris. Camden grabbed me around the shoulders and pulled me towards him. Gently, since my muscles were still almost nothing.
He led me down the hall and to my first class. Iris was in this class with me, Math, so camden headed his own way to class. When the teacher walked in I was surprised. I had forgotten that Mrs. Atwater wasn’t here anymore. She couldn’t teach anymore.
Math went by slow, and so did every other class. I didn’t even want to go to Power Control. But I had to because there were so many aspects of my ability I had to learn about. I was still so angry at Storm for… For not being there. Just being there.
When I walked into the usual space for Power Control there was a whiteboard in the middle of the field with six words scrawled across it. Realfire, Airfire, Bloodfire, Angelfire, Waterfire, and Soulfire. Storm came out of nowhere, walking over to the board, and gestured me over to it as well.
I walked over, and Storm asked, “Do you know what these mean?” He pointed at the board.
I nodded my head, “Camden explained to me what Angelfire was when I woke up at the Infirmary. Apparently I used it in Aquaia.”
He nodded, “Yes, you did. You have used four of the six fires on this board without even realising it. Now, to explain these is sort of hard, but I’ll try my best. So, Realfire is pretty self-explanatory.” He took out a match lighting it. “This is Realfire, and the weakest Ignisa usually can use this. As well as Airfire, which is when you convert heat in the air to fire. Bloodfire is a little different. It depends on the power that runs in your blood that determines how long you can sustain the fire, how bright it is, etc. There are a lot of things you can do with Bloodfire, but again, it depends on your blood, therefore Bloodfire. You can get more specific about it as you explore your power more, but that;s the basics for Bloodfire. Angelfire is a type of Bloodfire, but it has a different name because of it’s different colour, white. Only one other Ignisa in Elamantti history could control Angelfire, and that was Tempest, the Goddess of Fire, back when she wasn’t a goddess. Then there is Watefire, fire that still burns underwater. Again it is another type of Bloodfire, but given its ability to burn underwater is given a separate name. Only, again, Tempest was able to use it, as she was the strongest of Ignisa’s. Then there is Soulfire. Since our ability is literally part of our DNA, how we were made, Soulfire is fire that comes from the soul. It is usually only used as a last resort in death or death situations, since usually anyone who uses it dies. Unfortunately. So that’s why it is last resort.”
“That… is actually pretty cool,” I said. “So, should I be able to use all if these types of fire?”
“Well seeing as you have already used Angelfire, I believe so,” Storm replied. “Talking about Angelfire I’d like to see if you can manifest it. So, try.”
I nodded and backed away from him, closing my eyes. I started invoking the feelings I had felt when I created Angelfire. It was horrible going back to that time, but I needed to. I had put my palms out, facing the sky. Then I felt the familiar heat of fire. I opened my eyes to see, and it was still my usual colour of fire. I willed it to become Angelfire, and it did. It slowly faded from orange to yellow, and, finally, to white.
Then when I looked at Storm I realized I wasn’t on the ground. I was at least six feet above it. I was flying.