A Hero Can Save Us All

My Power

Y/N pov

The men in front of me had brought us to a central sitting area, where they both stepped aside.

"Come. Our journey still continues," Wu reported as he moved around me to take the lead. I shifted to follow Wu only to feel prickling at the base of my skull. Without turning around, I knew that the man in all black was the cause of this feeling. Following Wu down a few corridors, we stopped in front of a pair of sliding doors. Opening them, Wu welcomes me into a large room with a matted floor and weapons lining the walls. Once we were both inside the room, Wu closed the doors behind us. "Please, take a seat y/n. You must be tired," Wu moved to the center of the room where a pair of cushions were nestled. Sitting down on the one to the right, I cautiously sit down on the cushion to the left. Sitting criss-crossed facing each other, Wu places his staff across his lap and strokes his beard, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"So why track me down now?" I ask bluntly. Wu chuckles a little and shakes his head.

"Always right to the point. That's a good thing but it could get you in trouble one of these days," Wu states. I roll my eyes, my hood continuing to cover my face as I hunch over, ready to move if the need arises. "But I've wanted to bring you here for a long long time now. Now that you're here, there's something that I must reveal to you. You see, yo--" I hold up my hand, causing Wu to grow quiet.

"What did Morro do this time?" He shakes his head, sorrow resonating in his ancient eyes.

"While this does involve him, he isn't the main topic of our conversation," I arch my eyebrow at this as I slowly lift my head to make eye contact with him. "You, y/n, have inherited Morro's powers," My mouth drops slightly, yet Wu continues without taking notice. "When he vanished with the Departed Realm, and since he didn't have any descendants, the powers transferred to his only living relative," Wu pauses there to let all of this new information to sink in. I was paralyzed. No matter what I do, I can't not be like him. The universe is straight up giving me 'the bird'.

"Morro was a monster," I finally say. "He hurt so many people. I don't want anything in common with him that I already can't help. I don't want to hurt people like he did!" My voice starts to rise in volume and I start to stand. "I was so little when he left me, yet I'm the one who has to keep paying for all of his actions. One event can really just change your entire life, huh!" I exclaim exasperated. Wu hasn't even flinched once, again stroking his beard in thought.

"I understand what you're feeling. Your life was far from fair or enjoyable. But here's a chance to change that," I scoff and beeline for the door. "You don't need to be him. Use your power for the one thing he never used it for...." I pause at the door. "To save lives," I remain frozen for a few beats before sighing and half turning back to Wu, my eyebrows knit together and moisture threatening to spill from my eyes. Wu smiles at me, and I knew he'd probably wait all day for my answer.

"I'm not my brother, and he was the Master of Wind," I shake my head and fully turn towards Wu, keeping my posture upright and striding over to him until I was only a few feet away. "So call me the Master of Air," I announce with a hand on my hip and the other pointing right back at me, a smile on my face. Wu stood and bowed to me.

"Then welcome, Master of Air," I bow back and smile goofily.

"Thank you,.....Sensei," I look up at him and we both return to our normal heights. He started towards the door.

"Now come and meet your team," I followed cautiously, fully realizing what I just signed myself up for. Opening the doors to the sound of scurrying footsteps, we both walk back to the main sitting room where the two men had left our group originally. Now there were six people in the room, all scattered around the room and "doing activities". I knew they had listened in by the fact that the man in blue (who was a red head with a ton of freckles decorating his pale composure) was drinking from a mug from the bottom, and the man in black (who was of a dark complexion with wavy jet black hair) was slung over the couch in the middle section with his legs hanging off the back and his arms propping him up while he reads a book upside down. The others were not that much better. A tan man with spikey brunette hair was looking at a picture on the wall as if studying it for the first time in his life and a woman with a similar complexion and jet black hair was against the wall with her arms crossed and one foot propped up on the wall. The final two members were probably doing the best at covering it up. They were both engaged in a game of Chess at a small coffee table with the pieces scattered across the board as if they were there for a while. Though the silvery man showed no signs of movement, the blonde man with a fairer complexion then all of the people in the room was trying to hide his heavy breathing by covering his mouth and nose in mock thinking. Ignoring their antics, Master Wu approached the room.