Alma
I opened my eyes for real this time and blinked twice adjusting them to the soft light of the Library.
“Daniel, I could only feel and see fire,” I told him again, I was still a bit hazy from my trip to the abyss of my own mind.
Those crystals were good.
“Maybe I am a fire Elementary like I imagined since reading the book yesterday. It is impossible, but I can’t find any other explanation,” I mumbled, thinking out loud.
“This would explain why you can’t make even a simple potion, like the one to mitigate pain.” Daniel also looked thoughtful, he was leaning against a bookshelf and his hand was under his chin.
“Maybe I could try to manipulate fire.”
“It might be too dangerous, you witches are fragile, you can burn,” he told me.
I shook my head.
“Maybe we are
