The Chosen One

"Training, more like physical and mental abuse."

Panting, I place my hands on my knees. "No time to rest, get back in there." "Argh..." was my reply but nonetheless I swipe my brow and stand before the stimulator. An artificial landscape covered in wheat & grass and in the middle of it all the bane of my existence, Jake Morvin.

"Can't we take a five-minute break?" "We did, 5 mins ago. Now again." Planting himself firmly in the ground he prepares from my feeble attack. "ARGH!" my battle cry echoes as I repeatedly send gushes of wind in his direction, he doesn't move an inch. "You have enthusiasm and energy, but you lack direction and accuracy." And with those words he sends my wind back at me. I move 10 feet and faceplant into the hard ground. I groan into the dirt, my voice barely audible, "I can't do this...I give up." Faster than the speed of light he's next to me. Stretching out his hands he for me to lift myself up. "You must be swift as the coursing river with all the force of a great typhoon

with all the strength of a raging fire mysterious as the dark side of the moon. You can't give up." "Did you just quote Disney?" Ignoring me he continued, "You have to train till you can't train any longer." Sighing I reply, "I can't train any longer." "You are still conscious." Knew it wasn't going to work but you can't blame a girl for trying.

"Okay, Okay. Train, train, train, and train some more." "Yes, Now again." Frustration bubble to the surface as I gathered the surrounding winds, "Remember breath, Concentration is key." "I can't very well concentrate will all the yapping you're doing." I mumble. But I have a sudden realization, If I can't control the wind...the I must show it I'm it's friend. Slowly I take a deep breath, Inhale, and Exhale, like the wind you must be flowing and peaceful. I repeat it like a mantra inside my head, over and over again. Tension building, I imagine the wind is my arrow and I the bow, together we must work to achieve greatness. I release the arrow. Slowly I open my eyes. Jake Morvin is laying on his bottom looking slightly dazed. Yelling in glee I do a little dance, which mainly consisted of fist bumping into the air and just looking retarded. "Good, you've progressed. Perhaps at this current rate of progression you could defend yourself from a 12-year-old girl." That put my part bus to a stop. "Hey! I'm trying here. I'd like to see you try to do all this after finding out you're a legit super being with more power than a high counsel of super beings who want to see if I control my powers; fail and I die and so do you effectively leaving your sister to fend for herself." "I am aware of what has happened not even a half month ago but so is the counsel and they just don't care. They will kill you without a second glance, so do it again."

"But I did it once." "And you must do it multiple times without fail." "ARRRRRGHHH" "Complaining does not change the situation." Mumbling, "Whatever. Your just jealous because I'm not a complete girl unlike some." I gather the wind as gently as I can. Eyes closed I prepare to loosen my grip. Inhale exhale, inhale, exha—

BAM

Suddenly, I'm on the ground with a mouth full of dirt. Oh, that's just dirty. Evil grin on my face I chuckle emotionlessly. I can hear the nervousness seep into his voice as he asks, "Alex, you okay?" Turning to him I lift my arms in the dramatic way that people with powers do in the movies. Cackling I reply, "Never been better" and just like that the pent up wind released its fury into the clearing. Successfully, knocking Jake down to the earth. A maybe a few pegs down from his oversized ego. "I do not have an oversized ego." Oh yeah, I forgot, Jake can read minds. "I don't read minds, I read emotions." "Same difference."

"She has a point." A voice echoes across the field. A new voice. A feminine voice. Whirling around I lays eyes on a girl no older than me, maybe a year. Blonde hair tied behind head with a few rebellious strands running free. Her calculating blue eyes scrutinize me. Wearing a black top and short jeans she professionally shows of her figure; one that reminds me of an hourglass like an hourglass. Fair skin, plump lips, and perfect eyebrows. Yes, I can admit I was a tad bit jealous of this surprisingly very pretty stranger.

Jake runs up to the perfect chick and gives her a hug as well as kiss on the cheek. Okay, now I'm full blown jealous. Who is this chick? And whom the hell does she think she is?

"Umm...sorry to ruin your little reunion. But who da heck are you?"

Surprised the girl looks at me, "You don't recognize me?" she sounded a bit disappointed. "Umm...no?" Was I supposed to?

Confused the girl looks down at herself and then laughs. Confused I ask, "Um...What's so funny?" Shaking her head, still laughing, she snaps her fingers, and right before my eyes I watch as bright green slowly pools into the previously blue eyes and her hair falls gracefully onto her shoulders, dark hair in loose ringlets. Black as a cat.

"My bad, I had my glamour on. Do you recognize me now?" she asked excitedly.

And I can't deny she reminded me of someone. Looking between the two. Jake and the stranger. Back and forth for about a second I wait for my brain to work. I begin to notice the similarities. They look exactly alike beside the green eyes. "Rayen?"

Rayen squeals in delight as she throws herself into my arms. Taken aback I take a step backward whilst sending Jake a silent plea for help. He shakes his head and makes an it's-your-problem-now gesture with his hands. I send him a half-hearted glare.

Suddenly, Rayen jerks away and asks in an exited and rushed whisper, "Want to see something cool?" "Umm...Sure." "Yes!"

And in a blink of the eye in her place stands a cat. A cat with sparkling emerald eyes. That hold an unspeakable amount of intelligence. The same cat that sat outside the diner every day. The same cat I fed the leftovers too. The cat that I cuddled with on occasion. The cat that was outside the diner that day...Jake killed the man in black. I need to ask about that one. Jake always seemed to tactically avoid answering the question. But right now, priorities, freaking out it a priority.

"HOLY-FREAKING-HE—"

And the wheat field exploded.