I was flying. Storm looked up at me in surprise, and I looked down at him completely freaked out. Then the fire disappeared and I fell from the sky. I landed on my feet, falling into a roll, so that I don’t severely injure my legs. The fall still really hurt since I was still recovering, and muscles and bones were still repairing.
I winced as I stood up, my muscles barking in protest. Storm still looked at me, mouth agape. I straighten, and ask, “What the hell was that?”
“I have no clue,” Storm replied.
“Well, how did I even fly?” I asked.
“I don’t know, but when you started flying there was wings, like angel or phoenix wings, outlined in fire. It was... odd.”
“What do you mean odd?” I asked.
“I mean even if you could create the wings you shouldn’t be able to fly,” Storm said. “It just doesn’t make sense.”
Then I got an idea. “What if this is a manifestation of a special ability of some sort to do with the prophecy. What if we not only got a stronger power, but we also got a special ability corresponding with our element’s history. Like, Tempest had angel wings that were red, blue and white, like fire. What if I’m not the only one who’s special ability is manifesting?”
Realization dawned on Storm’s face, “I’ve been having some weird instances. As an Aquem I love the water, and a few days ago I was swimming, and I could suddenly breath underwater for a second or two. Then it stopped and I had to resurface.”
Weird. I left the arena,and went to Iris’s next class. I knocked on the door, and was let in. I asked if we could take Iris out of class, and the teacher obliged me. I took Iris down the hall, so that we were out of ear shot of any curious teachers or students. Then I asked, “Have you had any weird instances lately? Maybe something related to your power?”
“No,” she started in confusion, but quickly restarted, “Yes, but I thought it was nothing. I was running, just in the trails, when all of a sudden I was moving faster, and I heard hooves pounding beneath me. Then, when I had slowed down, it stopped, and I tripped and fell, completely disoriented.”
“What class does Camden have right now?” I asked.
“Um... I think he has English right now,” she replied.
I nodded and motioned Storm and Iris to follow me. I started jogging. I wanted answers and I wanted them fast. I didn’t jog for very long, my weak body giving up on me too fast. I hated being this weak.
When we arrived at Camden’s class I also asked the teacher if we could take Camden out of class, and soon Camden was telling us how one minute he was practicing his ability then he was up in the clouds. Soon he was plummeting to the ground, and then he used his ability to soften his blow to the ground.
Then I sat on the ground and contemplated what to do. And what this would mean for us, the advantage we would have with these powers. Although mine still doesn’t make sense. Storm has something related to water, Iris to earth, and Camden to wind. So why could I fly?
“Blaze,” Storm said, sitting down beside me. “What’s going on in that head of yours?
“Nothing,” I said, but got disbelieving looks from the three of them. I rolled my eyes. “First of all, today mine manifested and it doesn’t make sense. All of your special abilities make sense but mine doesn’t.”
“What is your special ability?” Camden asked.
I looked at him and said, “I honestly have no clue. This morning I was trying to conjure Angelfire again, but I ended up at least six feet off the ground. According to Storm I had the outline of wings behind me in fire.”
“Really?” Iris asked. “That could be because Tempest-”
“Storm already told me that,” I cut Iris off. “I know that Tempest has this and this and this. I don’t care. There has to be a better explanation, and a better ability to represent fire. Fire isn’t about flying, or breathing underwater, or running faster. Fire is more different than any other element. And that means that there has to be a better explanation.”
“But what better explanation could there be?” Camden asked.
“We could look into her family history,” Storm suggested. “We know who her mother is, but we don’t yet know who her father is. There are archives that we could ask the council for. We would have to look through until we found Blaze’s mom, or a similar name.”
I nodded my head, “That’s actually a really good idea.”
I stood up, and started walking away. Iris yelled, “I’ll ask my dad to see if he can get those books!”
I nodded as I walked away. They probably didn’t see it. Just before the bell rang I went through the doorway leading to the stairs to my room. I entered my room, and changed into a t-shirt and a new pair of jogging pants. Then I headed down to the gym. When I was back in the halls there was no one around. Everyone just wanted to go and relax for the rest of the day.
When I got to the gym I was the only one there. And I started with the weights. I did rep after rep after rep. And when my muscles were quivering from doing weights, were I had pushed my absolute hardest. Then I started on the treadmill for cardio. I kept running until it was too hard for me to breath. My muscles were burning. But it was a good burn. It meant I was getting stronger.
Then I started back on the weights. Before I could start though, Storm came in. He looked surprised to see me, but when he did he walked over to me. He nodded toward the clock, “How long have you been here?”
I looked at the clock and saw that I had been here for three hours. Three hours. It had been three hours. No wonder my body hurt so much. I started to lift, but my muscles were absolutely shaking, making it hard to lift. Storm saw this, and took the weight from my hand. I glared at him, and went to go to a machine instead. Before I could reach it Storm grabbed me from behind, pinning my arms to my body, and making it almost impossible to get out of it. Especially with my diminished strength.
“Let me go, Storm,” I said in a deadly cold voice.
“How long have you been here, Blaze?” he asked again.
I closed my eyes, and said, “Just after three.”
“So, you’ve been here for three hours? Do you know how unhealthy that is?”
“Let me go, Storm,” I said starting to struggle against him. I wasn’t strong enough to get out of his hold. I wasn’t strong enough. “Let me go.”
“Not until you tell me why you’re hurting yourself like this.”
I just kept struggling. “Let me go,” my voice broke. I couldn’t get out of his hold. I could feel the tears threatening to spill. I wouldn’t let them.
Then he repeated in a softer voice, “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I’m not strong, Storm,” My voice kept catching. I was so broken from not being physically strong. How pathetic is that? “And if I’m not strong than what am I?”
Without realizing it I had stopped struggling, so Storm turned me around to face him. “You are strong Blaze. You may not be physically strong, but I’ve never seen you give up. You push through hardship, Blaze, like it is nothing. When you first came here you killed half of the Darklings, you’ve talked to the Council like they’re nothing, you run into battles without even flinching. And the shit you’ve gone through before, as much of it as I know, has barely fazed you. You are the strongest person I know.”
“Why weren’t you there?” I asked in a small voice, looking down. I had started to rely on him so much, and I hated that I just expected him to do these things. He wasn’t anything to me. He was, maybe, a friend, but nothing more. That’s what I told myself.
He sighed. I just wanted to leave. “I didn’t come to see you because I couldn’t bear to see you like that. Not weak,” he said after I glared at him. “I couldn’t bare thinking of what he did to you. When I saw you, you were half dead. It’s a miracle you survived. I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I actually got a ton of shit from Iris and Camden.”
“Okay,” I said. I gave him a glare and then walked away. I couldn’t let him see me that vulnerable again. If he didn’t want to see me at one of my most physically vulnerable moments then he couldn’t see me vulnerable at all.