𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄, ERIK LEHNSHERR

𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵

          The morning was passing dawn as Kara sat out by the lake with her back pressed against the prickly grass and her eyes covered by her eyelids. After not sleeping, which was a normal occurrence for her, she decided to escape the walls of her room and sit in her thoughts by her favorite place earlier that morning.

Anyone in the world figured it was a normal day, but both Kara and Klaus knew differently. Twenty-eight years ago, the twins were born and welcomed into the world with the fluffiest and whitest hair anyone had ever deemed to witness.

Kara wasn't fond of the day she experienced every year. It wasn't joyful to watch the days pass only to turn a year older each year. She guessed she was grateful for her Mutation that allowed her to look much younger than she truly was.

Her mind was currently at peace as the birds chirped the usual song they sang to welcome the new day. Despite having been on hyperdrive for the past month, her body felt oddly stronger from the amount of training she and Kit took part in.

Before the Mutants came along, she only trained twice every week to keep her body moving but now that she had someone to teach, she was doing it restlessly every day. She assumed Kit was more than likely over the whole thing, from transitioning to combat and Hydrokinetic energy that was pulled from their minds. He was escalating quickly in his training, slowly moving upward to the more challenging roles.

She could vaguely hear the slow rhythm of her heartbeat drum in her ears as she lay there, hopeful to gather her peace before the day started and she received the happy birthdays and the reminders that she was a year older.

By then, a normal person would've had their life planned out with a paying job and a house full of children but seeing as Kara was no ordinary person, she was stuck on what to do. On one hand, she was quite happy with the way life was at the moment, despite the oncoming war she was about to dive head first into. On the other hand, she secretly craved to have a small family of her own and to have a reminder that life wasn't so dull after all.

Raising her hands to her face, she ran her hands down her cheeks and let out a groan at the thoughts she wished not to think about on the one day she knew she didn't need any unnecessary things crowding her mind.

Having previously been solely thinking about one particular thing the past few weeks, which was what her grandfather had said to her about her supposedly possessing a stronger ability than she originally thought. She wished she had the ability to turn her mind completely off. A lone stranger's weakness was their mind, she slowly realized throughout her time alive.

Sitting up, her fingers threaded through her unbraided hair as her knees raised to her chest, her irises catching on the dark lake water that mirrored the sky which was slowly becoming lighter as the minutes passed.

She watched as a water trident slowly transformed over the lake from a thought in her mind. It turned a few times before transitioning into a dagger and copied its previous movements.

When she first realized what weapons she could form with water, she hadn't expected them to act like real piercing tools. They might've looked like you could push your hand through them but they killed with just as much force as any metal or steel blades that were forged from iron.

Her favorite weapons to form were katanas and swords, which she would admit were typical but they were quite a sight for any onlookers.

"I thought I might find you out here." She didn't turn or react to the voice, only listening as her brother sat next to her on the grass as she kept her mind focused on forming a Longsword.

The twins hadn't spoken much after their interaction with their grandfather. She confronted him after he continued to act differently but he brushed his attitude off with an excuse that he was still hurt knowing what they believed in their childhood wasn't the picture-perfect life it seemed to be through their eyes.