Rise from the ashes (an elemental tale)

Paris In The Rain

My content expression goes blank and I space out.

The smell of smoke permeating the air slowly vanishes as I move further and further away from my parents, my home, my life...

I feel a drop of water stain my cheek, soon accompanied by more of them.

The rain was refreshing, calm and peaceful. A good distraction right about now.

I stuck my finger out and waited for a drop of rain to fall on it. Once I felt the drop I trailed it over my skin, allowing it to collect the other drops of rain that were scattered across it.

Then I directed the huge mass of water in front of me and lifted it towards the sky.

I counted to 5 in my head and then burst the ball of water, dispersing the water in many different directions.

I hear rustling in a nearby bush and look around anxiously for something to defend myself with, stupidly forgetting that I am my own defense mechanism.

I step towards the bush, and everything goes silent. The sound of the birds chirping in the trees, the wind whistling in the distance and the squelch of the wet grass and mud beneath my feet fade away, and all I can hear is my heart beating wildly in my chest.

A few steps later, a small boy around my age steps out with his hands behind his back looking towards the ground nervously.

I didn't know what I was doing until I did it, but, I took his hand in mine and walked with him.

To where?

I'm not sure. We just walked in the rain, in pleasant silence.

Then, suddenly, he tripped on a slippery rock and fell, scraping his shin on another rock on the ground.

He yelped in pain and remained on the ground, keeping his shin covered. I saw a trickle of blood run down from the supposed gash, and soon the tears running down his cheeks followed suit.

Immediately I hushed him and assured him that everything was going to be okay.

I uncovered his hands from the bloody gash and saw that the cut was quite deep, but it wasn't beyond my help.

My mom and dad only taught me a few things about using my abilities for first aid, it was mostly to help me with the small things, like scrapes and cuts.

This shouldn't be too different.

I hovered my fingers above the gash and managed to get the bloody liquid under my control.

I halted the outflow of blood and hoped it wouldn't start gushing out again until he got proper help.

The small boy looked up at me amazed and abruptly pulled me into a hug. He squeezed the life out of me, but I held on firmer knowing he needed this hug.

I started to cry as well. The last time I was held like this was by my parents, who told me to run far away. I wonder if I'll ever see them again.

The boy started rubbing my back wanting to comfort me too, and I cried even harder holding onto him like he was a lifeline.

We eventually got up, ready to move again. The rain wiped our tears away and replaced it with companionship.

I smiled at him and he smiled back and said, "My name is Zayne, what is yours?"

"Phoenix." was my response.