What we Forgot|| By happyshadowthoughts

A match made in hell~Marella

LODESTAR SPOILERS!

Hello! This oneshot is about Marella's point of view of the Elvin world and their unfair standards and stereotypes. It was written by my friend, brokenmicrophones and co-written by me. I hope you enjoy!
Also, try to find the Taylor swift quote that I snuck in😭👌

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Third year. Foxfire.

People rush around their lockers, whispering and giggling about their matchmaking packets. I walk through the halls, as students press their lists tightly to their chests and grin as they make their endeavours to find true love.

But fairytales aren't real.

People cry for loved ones not on their lists.

Kesler and Juline. Two kindred spirits made for each other, scorned their whole lives because of their bad label.

For the talentless, who never had a chance anyways.

Timkin and Vika. A scornful match who had been humiliated their whole lives. I wonder if Timkin and Linh would ever relate to each other in some way, both elves had been sent to Exillium in spite of their own talents.

Brant and Jolie. One an angel, the other a devil. Hidden talents that the world would destroy within seconds. Maybe the circumstances would've been different in another lifetime.

People don't cry for the pyrokinetics, whose flames were smothered by the evil prejudices of this world.

Me.

And for those whose loved ones would never be on their lists anyways.

Me.

I never thought I'd find a shred of envy in my heart for Stina Heks, and yet here I am. A girl born in a world with everything against her, but here she is, an Empath in Team Valiant. Why does she get to have such a helpful talent but not me? Mother would always have uncontrollable emotion attacks. I needed to manifest as an Empath to help her with that. For her to stay by my side. But no.
Why not me? Why everyone but me?

Me.

The matchmakers ask you questions like, "What colour eyes do you want your boyfriend to have?", or, "How tall do you want your boyfriend to be?"

Not "Do you want your boyfriend to be funny?"

Or even, "Do you want a boyfriend at all?"

I've never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try. Trying everyday to become something more than the empty shell of my heart.
The day I manifested was the day my heart left my soul. I woke up to a room blazed with fire, tearing every corner of my mind. It was suffocating, burning the last droplet of sense inside me. I am not an Empath, I am a Pyrokinetic. I am illegal, and there's nothing I can do about it.

I leap to where Linh and I train with Fintan. It's a small, dry land. Not enough moisture in the air for Linh to make too much of a mess, but we both like it. I've never been much of a flashy person anyway, despite the elvin stereotypes.

There a several things about me that contradict the elvin stereotypes.

We work on combining our abilities, experimenting with our elements, the such. After hours of training, and humid air surrounding us, we sigh and brush it off. We propel sparks of fire and water droplets all around the room, but it just ends up in a sizzle of steam.

That's okay. Fire and water were never meant to work together anyways.