Water Logged

Introduction

“The power of water is beyond anything that you can possibly imagine, every living thing needs it to survive” that’s what a great man once told me. Powerful like a tsunami yet subtle like a lake, my name is Tin-Lea Yagasouri known as many other names, some not as honorable as i'd like.

Since the day I was born it was already pre-determined I would have to fight for what I wanted in life. I couldn’t be born into royalty like Hinai or be the child of a general  like Kyia, I had come from a poor family of theifs called the Yagasouri or some how translated to Purvian in my language. The lowest of the low, the word itself actually means worthless. And that's what the world would see us as for centuries and then some, worthless beings with nothing to offer the world but so willing to take. It used to hurt alot that people thought that way about us. I mean it's true but it still hurt. With my mother and father being sent away to fight a war that was never ours and my twin brother running from the government as a trader, you could say my life has had some rough turns. Infact now that I think about it my life hasn't just had turns but also that occasional fall off a crumbling building, dive into shark infested waters, and most recently battling off evil ancient entities. You know just those everyday things, but those are stories for another time. Right now I am going to tell you how I came to meeting my best friend, some very interesting allies, and discovered my powers, the ability to control the element of water.

My farthest memory is of one night many years ago, in the heart of Mendella. I remember my mother and father had gone out for the night and a storm was brewing just a head in the brisk night air. At the time my younger brother Pein’ was just at the age were he could read and write and Yammi couldn’t be bothered with what happened to either of us, that’s just how he was.

“Start up a fire will ya,” Yammi would yell across our old shack throwing a match down the wooden floor. “Im starting to feel a draft.”

We all slept on wooven silk pillows in the middle of the room's floor. The place itself wasn't much, but it was all we could afford on a salery of you know stolen goods. The walls were a dingy brown with small holes from pest damage, the floor bare with rotting wood.  We kept matches in a small basin, striking up a spark and then throwing it into a stack of wood for warmth. I grasped the match off the floor and swiped it twice across the edge of the wood throwing it in as it shimmered with heat.

“Is there anything left to eat?”

I reached down in a small bag lying on the floor.

“Nothing but rat crumbs here.”

“Well we’ll just have to go out to eat,”he said giving me a smirk.

Yammi is about four minutes older then me, I being seventeen of present day, but at the time we’d be about fourteen or so. He has short black hair just like mine and brownish red eyes that sparkle sort of like ambers. Yammi is also by far the most energenic Purvian, or person for that matter, I have ever known. He is able to scale large walls effortless and carry heavy items on his back like pigeon feathers. If it weren't for his calm complexion, many people would fear him. I always looked up to him though. He was only slightly older and yet he’d be the one i'd ask for guidance. That's how it was back then. Ofcourse things change, and blood is only so thick.

 “We cant leave now who would stay to watch Pein’,” I mumbled

“Pein’ can be his own keeper for the time being, lets make haste I’m starved.”

I was hesistant but I already knew how this would end, I looked our younger brother as he sat quietly on his pillow before descending into the cold rainy night.