Rise from the ashes (an elemental tale)

Never Be The Same

Zayne slowly rises to his feet, cupping the spot on his head where the wood hit him.

"You've grown a lot Phoenix, almost makes me regret letting my father take you." he says. 

My face scrunches up in irritation, prepared to make him suffer a fate far worse than just a scratch on his head.

"My only regret was ever meeting you Zayne." I whispered underneath my breath.

He heard my whispered statement and hurt marred his features before they were hidden and locked away.

His shoulders slumped forward and he seemed to be fighting something, his face twisted in pain and my heart ached to help him.

Eventually he stopped fighting and straightened his posture. He breathed out and opened his eyes. They were back to the mesmerizing green I missed and enjoyed.

My feelings are all over the place. One time I feel like reaching out to him and another I feel like knocking his teeth out. I need to sort through these contrasting emotions or else I'll get distracted, more than what I already am.

Zayne eyed me and Blake suspiciously, focusing on our fighting stances. I clenched my fist even firmer solidifying the fact that, even though I don't want to, I'm ready to fight.

He sent a small smile my way and slowly began to retreat, defeat evident in his facial features. I put my fists down wanting to apologise for some strange reason, but Blake wasn't having it.

Shadow thingies emerged from his hands and wrapped themselves around Zaynes' body, holding him in place. Before I could make a move to defend Zayne Blake was upon him and fist after fist was fired. Blood was pouring out of Zayne faster than my heart could pump fresh blood.

Power gushed out of me and in a split second Blakes' crumpled form was seen sprawled out on the floor near the wardrobe I threw him against.

I looked down at my hands in shock, not quite expecting that. I rush to where Zayne is but am disheartened to see that he has disappeared. The only tell tale sign of his presence is his blood splattered on the floor.

I didn't even get to use my shadows. It was raging at me now, urging me to make use of it.

I don't even understand this locked up ability. All I know is that it's dangerous and that it tried to take over my body. Pretty scary now that I think back on it.

I managed to keep it contained though, I know its weakness is fire/light. Hence why I used my fire ability to get out of Zaynes shadow restraints. It seems to work good enough.

I don't know how to control my shadows though, that's why I delayed using them in this fight. But I do know how to contain them, so that's what I do.

I create a barrier of heat around the spot my shadow originates from, effectively quietening it down.

I then turn around to see how Blake is doing and find him unsteadily trying to get up on his feet. I rush to his side and offer him a hand, one he rejects.

Once he's up and swaying he gives me a withering glare,"What was that, Meyers!"

I look down, unable to give him a proper answer.

"OK since you're unable to answer me I'll jog your memory of what just went down. I defended you, quite handsomely might I add, and you threw me away from the bastard I was beating to a bloody pulp, quite handsomely might I add again." he states.

I chuckle at his rendition of what just happened and wrap my arms around him in that way Mrs Meyers did to me the first time I saw her.

He tenses up and I wonder if I'm doing this hug thing wrong. He then proceeds to wrap his arms around me and exhales, thoroughly relaxing.