This story is about a boy named Dylan Silva as he was born with the ability to conjure and create water. Know to him as his semblance,but is that really a semblance or is there more going on behind his ability. Let's follow him through his story whe...
...: "Dylan! Hey, Dylan! Can he really not hear me? Time's running out; she'll find out soon..."
Dylan: "Is someone there?"
Upon hearing her voice again, my eyes snapped open. I surveyed my surroundings, recognizing once more the familiar confines of my dream space. For reasons unknown, I'm perpetually drawn back to this place. It begins with my arrival, followed by a girl's voice calling out to me. Despite my responses, silence was all that ever greeted me. Yet, for the first time in 12 years, the girl's voice answered back.
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...: "Hey! You can actually hear me?"
Dylan: "Who are you? And where are you?"
...: "Do you always ask so many questions?"
Dylan: "Only when I have to. You've been calling me for the past 12 years now; it's only natural for me to at least ask."
...: "Touché! Well, I'm relieved you finally responded. Took your damn time, you know!"
Dylan: "Wait, what?! I've been calling back for Oum knows how long."
...: "Hmm, that's interesting. Could it be they interfered? No matter, at least I finally get to speak with you!"
Dylan: "Sure, but I don't even know you at all, even though you seem to know my name."
...: "I know much more than just your name, Dylan. I've been around for a very, very long time."
Dylan: "Hold up, what?! How can you even know so much when I've never even seen or spoken to you!?"
...: "Do you believe in destiny?"
Dylan: "I don't really know. I've never thought about it."
...: "What about your semblance? Are you getting familiar with its abilities?"
Dylan: "Yeah, I guess. Wait, why are you asking me this?"
...: "Like I said beforehand, I know everything about you. And to answer your question, that power came from me."
Dylan: "How is that even possible? I mean, we all manifest our own semblances at some point."
