Introductions (Prequel)

2B

Jadis

"Papa, weißt du, wo mein Schal ist?!"

"In the study, Liebling!"

"Danke!"

I grab my scarf, rushing out the door. The snow was melting! Finally, after months of snow and cold, it was finally melting enough to let a bit of green through. Of course, it's still too cold to wear anything other than warm clothes.

Two months out of the year, it gets warm enough to melt the constant snow and ice. All kinds of precipitation stops until the end of the dry season. That time is when we grow most of our crops.

I rush over to the makeshift gardens, other young children running over as well. Annually, we kids will help the grown-ups plant and care for the crops from the beginning of the dry season.

Unlike those of the Air or Fire or Water, Magic is not something that is apart of us. We move things by will. Which is why these dry seasons are so important in so many different ways.

Not only does the tribe need these crops to survive, but all of us kids learn to use our Magic while being useful and occupied. This has been the way for generations, the Council would say.

At the moment, though, I can only help a little bit with the rest of the younger kids. We can pick up small, light things with our Magic, like seed packets, instruction papers we can't quite read, small books, and empty watering cans.

Eventually, though, mothers and fathers come to get their children when time has passed by like a running river.

And every time, I walk home on my own, Dad having set out dinner on the table for two. I can't complain. I love the way things are.