Written by BMathieson
I felt the moss between my fingers, recalling what had happened.
They had taken us during our sleep, putting us in these strange, small beds. I didn't like them, not one bit. They let us run into the wilderness, for some reason. They wanted to catch us as sport, and then, well, you know, use us.
We were special you see, in a special way. We could control the elements. I controlled the Earth, every time I felt the trees I could sense their life, or their imminent death. I could hear the cries of the Earth, and I would help it. In return it gave me the most wonderful powers, the ability to control the Earth.
I walked away from behind my log, they were bound to check the Earthen area sooner or later. I thought about the company that controlled this. Some people, if they are very lucky, have elemental powers, but some are not happy with not having them. Some want to take the powers away, to strip away our lives, to feed that, thing. It was horrid, but elementals were not the most favourited people in the nation. I mean, we were being hunted for sport, there wasn't much lower to go.
I heard some rustling in the bushes, hopefully it would be another elemental, and not a hunter.
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