Blood Is Thicker Than Water

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AN: picture above is kinda what I imagined the main character to look like without the pointy ears tho she is ment to be human found it on Pinterest she is so pretty

Ever since I was yong I always had them in my head. Singing some kind of song. Calling to me.

I am locked in my room watching the floating bubbles of water gliding threw the air following the movement of my fingertips.
My parents don't know what I can do. No one dose.

I can imagine if I told them it would be like telling my grandparents I was bye. Just because I like girls as well as boys does not mean I need a therapist.

"Imara, honey, dinner is ready" my mum shouted from back downstairs

The water that was originally floating crashes down to the ground as I jump.

"Really mum you scared me" I shout down at her. Whilst evaporating the water.

"Sorry" she laughed "but dinner is ready and you still need to come downstairs i made pasta"

"I will be doun as soon as I finish this page of my book"
The book that I was supposed to be reading for school was so boring how do people reed this stuff.
Mum's scream, sharp and sudden, sliced through the evening's peaceful lull. I shot off the bed, my feet already racing down the wooden steps before my mind had fully caught up.

Bursting into the living room, my breath caught in my throat. Three figures in dark cloaks huddled over my Mothers dead body, their backs to me. A sickening sense of dread filled the air, waying me down.

But they had just murderd my mother. My last living family member.

Taking a deep breath I stepped forward.
Adrenaline surged through me, cold and potent.
My fingers tingled with the promise of its power, a familiar hum vibrating in my bones.
One of the figures shifted, turning towards me. His eyes ablaze with a flickering orange fire. And a emotion I recognised as hatred showing on his face.
"There she is," he rasped, a voice sandpaper on stone. "The little water witch."

My blood roared in my ears, drowning out his next words. I couldn't hear him, wouldn't hear him. All I saw was the fear etched on Mother's face the last emotion she ever would feel, the vulnerability in her slumped posture. And in that moment, the power within me erupted. Engulfing me with a sense of euphoria.

It started with a whisper, a tremor in the air, as unseen currents of power flowed around me. Then, with anothe burst af power a wave of water materialized, surging from the forgotten vase on the table, from the half-empty mug on the counter, from the very air itself. It crashed into the men, a wave that sent them sprawling on the the floor. Cries of surprise choked in their throats.

Bt they weren't finished. As they scrambled to their feet, flames erupted from one of the men's hands, a crackling whip slicing through the air. The other two, one shrouded in a swirling tornado of wind, the other a huge mass of earth.

My heart pounded fast as fear threatened to claw its way back, but I wouldn't yield. Mum's dead body lying limp on the ground spurred me on.

I lashed back, drawing water from the very foundation of the house, weaving it into what ever came to mind. The air elemental whirled around me, a dervish of debris, but my watery tendrils snagged him, dragging him down, muffling his screams tacking him to his watery death.

The earth bender tried to crush me, but the ground itself seemed to turn traitor, shifting and rippling under my bare feet. The water wove around his feet, tripping him, sucking him into its depths. One by one falling their powers swallowed by my tide of power.
Since when could I do that?

Then, a whirlwind arrived. Not the chaotic dance of the air bender, but a controlled, focused force. A man, clad in the colors of sunrise, descended from the shattered window, his hair a flowing storm cloud. With a flick of his wrist, he sent blades of wind through the air, killing the already unconscious fire wielder before he could even light another flame.

Another figure followed, tall and stoic, the very earth emanating solidity from his stance. He moved with the deliberate grace of a mountain, sending tremors through the floor that flung the remaining elemental onto his knees.

With a shared nod, the newcomers turned towards me. The man's eyes, cool and green as a mountain lake, held no judgment, only curiosity. The man, his gaze as solid as stone, maintained a quiet strength.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice quite but steady.

"We are here to help," the first man said, we're going to call him winndy (AN: I know it's bad but it's all I could think of) his voice a gentle breeze. "And to protect you."

My brow furrowed. Protect me? From what? My confusion must have shown on my face, for the other man stepped forward, "we will explain as soon as possible but for now know this those three men they were hunting you and now you have been found there will be more"

The words hung heavy in the air. Leaving me with two questions. Who are they? and who sent them?