Pyrokinetic

The Story

"We are the Pyros, clan of fire: we are the kinds you'll definitely admire," a group of men sang in bold, low tones as they trudged across rocky, volcanic ground. Ebony-black and rugged, it created a claustrophobic appearance in an otherwise open space. The men's feet slid across it harmlessly, though, and they continued their chant on the way to work.

These people were the Providers, a special kind of pyrokinetic who supplied extra fire to whomever in the clan needed it. As a result of this, they had almost none to keep as their own... Oh, in case you're wondering, each member of the Pyros clan was a pyrokinetic, gifted with their own skillset.

As the Providers arrived at their workstation, they were stopped by the guards placed outside, standing stiff as toy soldiers in a play-fort. "Halt, Providers," the one on the left spoke. "There is an important announcement in the meeting room," the right-side man added. "Password?" the guard positioned at center questioned. "Hor ksi chohuwa kless," one of the Pyros mumbled quickly under his breath, gesturing for the guard to give him way. He obliged and let the group enter.

They headed towards the common room where they met up - ONLY in emergencies. A lot of the newer members hadn't ever even seen the face of the room in their entire career. To everyone's surprise, the room was bustling full - with all kinds of pyrokinetics. Almost the entire adult clan, it seemed. Liam, a young Provider-in-training, noticed and identified the badges of many other posts - Creators, Destroyers, Keepers, Seekers, Survivors and more.

Liam and the others took a seat as more people poured in by the second. They waited a few minutes more, talking and playing with their fire, until the Leader showed his graceful presence in the room. As soon as he was noticed, everyone stood and bowed. He cleared his throat, "Thank you, my wonderful Pyros,". There were some satisfied murmurs from the audience.

"Now let's get on with the news - it's urgent!" the Leader started speaking. "Let me cut it down to the harsh realities and not beat around the bush - the Seekers report that our world is headed towards an ice age - and there's no way to help it. ALMOST no way. As you know, we are pyrokinetics, and an ice age may be fatal for us - unless we make bonds with the Aguas,". There was a huge uproar at this last statement, for the Aguas were the Pyros' water-weilding nemesis - their bitterness spread decades into the past. 

"Now now, please calm down," the Leader interrupted, "Things won't get better if you all don't cooperate! Anyways, we need to strengthen our relationship with the Aguas, so they may help us when we are in need. A brochure will be delivered to your house with all the intructions by tonight positively. Now go, continue your jobs!"

Everyone rushed out of the room and went back to their morning duties at the office. Liam followed the Providers into their duty chamber, rubbing his hands to warm them up for the provisions. He grinned at the sparkles and cackles erupting from his hands. "Beautiful," he whispered to himself as he walked along and pushed the heavy iron door of his chamber, entering the provisions room.

The Commander was already in the room. "Let's start with you, Liam, see what you got," he said. Liam walked up to the input table and rubbed his hands one final time, before taking a deep breath and getting started. He cupped his hand onto the jar on the table and pushed out all the energy he could muster. In a few seconds, the jar was full to the brim with bottled fire, and the lid shut tight. "800 cubic centimeters, awesome!" he shouted, "Next!" 

As Liam's jar was being pulled down into the storage boot, something strange started happening. The walls started caking in something - blue. Almost white. It was ice. And the amounts - they were just increasing every second. "Run!" Liam screamed. All the Providers dashed out the chamber, accompanied by hustle from other departments as well. A tall shadow loomed over us - causing us to double our sprint speed.

"Hello," a slow, drawling voice spoke, tension cast in the air between the figure and the others. "Heard you need our help," she laughed a little psycho laugh, just when we caught a glimpse of her face. "Oh no, not her again," someone from the crowd moaned. It was the Leader of the Aguas, Valisa. "Here, TAKE it," Valisa grinned and ice shot out from her hands, aimed at us. 

"H-h-h-how'd you know?" Liam stuttered.

"Shut up, you little rat, I wasn't even talking to you," she stared at Liam like he was some garden pest.

"But I demand an ANSWER!" Liam screamed, "I can burn you down, you know," he added as a remark.

"Do I give out free answers to little babies like you? No, I don't. So keep your tongue and your dim-wits to yourself," Valisa scorned. Liam turned to look back. Amid the distraction of their conversation, several Pyros were freezing and a few already frozen to the spot. "Uh oh," Liam's brows creased as he flung himself onto his mother, her edges starting to turn to pale blue ice. Valisa just cackled to herself as she watched the scene...