air isn't easy to control. it's bitter, it doesn't cooperate well. one minute you could be sending it one way, and the next it's being blown right back into your face. air hurts. it leaves marks on the skin in every tiny circumstance. it leaves tiny blisters on your fingers, and scratches as red as blood on your arms. air should only be controlled by people certified to do so. however, people with the power to control air don't get certificates. they are shoved into a world of pain. it takes years to master the control of air, sometimes even decades. i guess i was a lucky one.
i was shoved into drafting at the young age of 10. i was told by my parents that air was to be controlled, that it doesn't 'choose' where to go per say. us, we, people, have to control it ourselves. the magic of using air to control the movements of people is hard to maintain. we have to believe that we can push people in the direction they need to go. it is up to drafters to control the lives of people. it may seem ridiculous, but i've been doing it for twelve years now.
my task, the person i was supposed to lead, was michael clifford. this was a boy who had no direction in life. he had no idea what he was doing. he had no idea about the wildfire he would cause was he not in the correct place at the correct time. this was a literal and figurative sense, and only two people would ever know about this. unless another were to get in our way. in that case, nothing would be the way it was supposed to be.
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Fanfiction"in a world where we are taught there is no such thing as magic, they were forces to reckon with. he touched me, and i blew away. she touched me, and the earth quaked. they touched me, and water poured from my hand. in a world where we are taught th...
