Decedent of the elements

Training, Training and Training

After leaving the study I headed for my for my friend Sarah’s room. If anyone could help me to get my mind on other things it’s her. She had this contagious optimism that always made you feel better no matter what. With her brown hair and piercing blue eyes she looked like siren. I mean she was half of one and the other half elementalist she was an anomaly. sense my kind didn’t really like mixing our sacred genes with another kind. Always the high and mighty my people where. she was bullied a lot for it when we were kids. For not being pure they said. But I always had her back as she always had mine.

I knocked once before entering, she was splayed down on the floor writing in her journal.

- Hey cupcake, watcha doing?

She lifted her head and turned giving me beaming smile that immediately made me feel better. Once she saw that my smile back didn’t reach all the way she got up and gave me a bear hug.

- I love you too, your weirdo but you can let me go now.

She gave me a little laugh and took a step back.

Sarah- is it the fea, your Mom or Mr serious?

Mr serious was her nickname for my grandfather. Which suited him quite well I think.

- I think it’s all of them. Grandpa agreed that we should leave for the states. But who knows how long that takes. I don’t want to leave Them especially Hanna.

The loving look she gave me said all that she needed too. She would support me no matter what. I took her hand and gave it squeeze.

- I’ll leave you to ur writing.

Sarah- you better, I’m writing about my dream man and our babies I can not be disturbed.

She Said With a large dose of sarcasm.

I laughed at that as I turned around and left. Always the silly one she was.

One week after I last spoke to my grandfather more people had left the estate to be with their families, even Sarah had to go to be with her mom. I had spend everyday sense training my Elements focusing on controlling them better, today I had chosen air as my element. I formed the wind around me to creat a wall that could be used to block. It was a sort of a defense against other elements. Air was not my best element it needed the bender to be calm and in mind with ur self and ur emotion. I preferred fire and the risk of danger, Fire hade emotion and life. I knew wind could just be as unruly but creating a wind storm was easy or at least I thought so. It was bending the air in to forms and shapes that where hard. But I’ve spend more then 11 years training my Elements I would be a little disappointed in myself if I couldn’t even shape the air.

I practiced bending the air in to walls around me for a little longer whilst getting better and better at it. After I felt like it hade been a few hours I took a break. I had an idea once I taken a sip of water. Maybe a could practice my light, grandpa had forbidden it sense nobody was supposed to know that I could do it. But it was hardly anyone left at this point.

I summoned my light in to my right hand, and my hand started glowing like a bright star. I focused the light to be bigger whilst opening my hand. And the light grew larger it looked like all the light around me, in the house down the street our house as well it all disappeared in the light I was creating. And I was left feeling so blissful and my entire body felt light like a feather. I took out my other hand and summoned more light in to it so both of my hands where glowing almost all of me looked like a bright star. I felt like nothing could hurt me. I heard a noise in background but I couldn’t make it. It wasn’t until someone grabbed my shoulder that I snapped out of it.

- Jessica what on earth are you doing. Have you lost your mind. What if someone sees you or worse what If one of the Fae sees you. They have pixies in the sky hidden by glamour.

I brought back the light so it was settled.

My grandfather took a firm hold of my arm and started dragging me inside. Once I’ve turned around I saw Peter one of my grandpas students standing by the back door with his mouth wide open and a bug-eyed look on his face.

I turned my look to my grandfather and he looked back at me and then back at Peter. He let go of my arm and then starting going to Peter direction.

Grandpa spoke first. - we can explain Peter, I know this may come as a shock but we have a reasonable explanation.

Peters breathing quickened and he looked more afraid then before. I knew my grandfather had an reputation back in the day that still goes around but he would never hurt one of his own. Would he?

My grandpa started walking faster to Peter and it looked like Peter might run. I had to do something. We could not risk him leaving and telling anyone, we would be slaughtered if the fae found out.

I focused on the air in Peter lungs I could feel it going in and out, in and out. I squeezed with the help of my magic to make the air stop going to his lungs. It worked, but he was choking. If I just held long enough for him to pass out then it would be fine.

I held my magic, whilst Peter had gotten on his knees praying for help with his eyes to my grandfather. Peter turned his eyes to me and they widened like he realized it was me who was holding his air and not my grandfather. Then he feel down on the wooden floors. And I let go of the hold I had the air in his lungs. Event though some part of me didn’t wanna let go.

I didn’t now what to make of that..

we carried Peter inside and laid him down on the sofa in the living room.

- Grandpa what are we going to do?

My grandfather starting pacing back and forth in front of where Peter laid. He furrowed his brows like he was thinking really hard. Then he said

- we leave in a week. Pack your things.

And then he left heading to his study.

I looked in the direction he left for a few minutes before taking a big breath to calm myself. Then I turned my focus on Peter. I went to sink turning some hot water on, I shaped it around my hand so it looked like a glove. And then I walked to Peter and laid my hand on his chest. Water had healing properties and using water you could feel it inside of the body. So I concentrated on his water inside of him and felt it still.. well alive was the only way to describe it. Peter was fine at least that’s what I could feel anyway. I took a planked and snuggled him in. And then I headed for my room to pack. We where going to states, I was gonna make sure we all were okay. What ever the stakes.