8 years ago.

My family has this.. ritual. You stand in this type of ancient looking room. Odd symbols sprawled all over the place. Mother and Father don't know what they really mean, but they say it was from an old language our ancestors spoke.

I stand in the center alone. My family is around me watching. The Priest finally comes. Pulling something forth. A neon blue dagger presses onto the palm of my right hand. Slightly painful as it cuts a line across my skin, but I could deal with that. The priest presses this crystal against the wound.

OUCH! Pain courses through all of my body causing me to lose control of my balance. I fall to my knees. My hand still in the possession of the Priest who holds the crystal tightly against my hand.

My hands tremble as my heart beat rapidly beats. Letting go of my hand he walks away. Far away for his safety. I can't do this. I.. I.. sh!t.. I feel like I'm going to explode. My skin is burning. Everyone is staring at me. Wondering what exactly my powers are going to be. I want to make them proud, but I don't know if I can control this.

The hairs all over my body stand up. The lights all over the room flash on and off. Electricity begins to spark from the pours of my skin. Spiraling all across my body. Waters forms around me. Encasing me in a sphere of water. I hold in my breath. Am I supposed to be able to breathe in this? or will I foolishly drown myself? The lights let out one final bright flash. The room is now dark. The only thing people can see is me. All they can see is a girl in a floating bubble of water with electrical waves floating around.

A fire burns in my chest. Raging to burst through my rib cage. My hands shake. The fire erupts. Flames travels through the water around me. The aqua fire shifts into a mist. Electricity swims through the smoke releasing me from its grasp.

I feel.. Alive.

8 years ago.

My family has this.. ritual. You stand in this type of ancient looking room. Odd symbols sprawled all over the place. Mother and Father don't know what they really mean, but they say it was from an old language our ancestors spoke.

I stand in the center alone. My family is around me watching. The Priest finally comes. Pulling something forth. A neon blue dagger presses onto the palm of my right hand. Slightly painful as it cuts a line across my skin, but I could deal with that. The priest presses this crystal against the wound.

OUCH! Pain courses through all of my body causing me to lose control of my balance. I fall to my knees. My hand still in the possession of the Priest who holds the crystal tightly against my hand.

My hands tremble as my heart beat rapidly beats. Letting go of my hand he walks away. Far away for his safety. I can't do this. I.. I.. sh!t.. I feel like I'm going to explode. My skin is burning. Everyone is staring at me. Wondering what exactly my powers are going to be. I want to make them proud, but I don't know if I can control this.

The hairs all over my body stand up. The lights all over the room flash on and off. Electricity begins to spark from the pours of my skin. Spiraling all across my body. Waters forms around me. Encasing me in a sphere of water. I hold in my breath. Am I supposed to be able to breathe in this? or will I foolishly drown myself? The lights let out one final bright flash. The room is now dark. The only thing people can see is me. All they can see is a girl in a floating bubble of water with electrical waves floating around.

A fire burns in my chest. Raging to burst through my rib cage. My hands shake. The fire erupts. Flames travels through the water around me. The aqua fire shifts into a mist. Electricity swims through the smoke releasing me from its grasp.

I feel.. Alive.