Lightning Strikes Twice

Chapter 5: Metal, Mind, and Wind

I come to what feels like waking up but I know I never actually went to sleep which I am relieved of. I repeat to reassure I am still myself

"My name is Oro Anisychia, my name is Oro Anisychia."

I am sixteen years old, I was orphaned at ten and on record I have no known family as well as probably missing. I live in an abandoned house with running water because no one seemed to be bothered with taking down anything to do with the house, which works for me. I go the bathroom to wash my face, I look at myself in the cracked mirror infront of me seeing my slim body and my noticeable bags under my eyes.

"I need.. to make it through the day.."

I rub my eyes and then splash water in my face to make myself feel more awake; I head to the mess of kitchen this house has as I look to the four knives sitting on the counter. Combat knives. I feel afraid and uneasy looking at them, my paranoia begins to kick in as I keep staring at them "Oh god... did I.. did I fall asleep?" I hold up and look around the knives thoroughly examining them. Thankfully the inspection disproves my fears, to help myself ease up I put my hands over the knives, they form together and reshape into a metal sphere, I grab it and shove it into my pocket.

Everyone in this world is born with something, a past, a power, a talent. One of those many things, I was one of many who received power, the power to control, change or reshape any form of metal. Whether it be steel, iron or an alloy; I can bend it all to as I see fit. My stomach growls as I scratch my head getting ready to head out and find something to eat knowing I have nothing in this old ruined house to eat, before leaving I notice something on the coat rack that's by the door; a large tattered brown coat; it doesn't smell... great but I assume it belonged to whoever used to live here so I shrug it off. As I get outside the shine of daylight initially causes me to close my eyes before they adjust to being in a dark house with broken boarded up windows, walking through the streets that are still made up of natural grass and ground I walk by a house with someone standing on the porch yelling through the door "I wonder what whoever lives there to get that guy all riled up." I make my to the market as I look at all the savings that I have in my hand.

"....thirty-two gold."

I can either afford one meal or many small pieces of food.. I think I'll make do with the smarter option. I look around until I finally I find the stand I'm looking for that reads out "frozen meat" in this day and age merchants have found use of keeping meat good for long by using those or themselves who have ice magic by freezing it.

I walk up to the stand and I'm greeted by a woman about my height, she has true blue hair and greyed lavender eyes. She gives me a welcoming smile to me as I give meeker one back.

"Hiya, what can I get you?"

"H-hello, I uhm... what c- how many uh small portions of meat can th-thirty-two gold get me?"

"How many... thirty-two... is this a j-"

Before she finishes she holds her tongue and looks me up and now and gets a glimpse of the very few savings I hold in my hand. Her expression drops from looking energetic to looking guilt ridden, she lets out a sigh before looking around. She then motions me to come in closer.

"Since I hate my... boss and I'm quitting today how about I cut you a deal, all your thirty-two for twenty pieces, sound good to you?"