The Keepers

Chapter 1: An Unnaturally Stormy Evening (Thanks to Me)

          There wasn't anyone home on this boring Saturday evening, that is, anyone except for me. My mom was off at the bakery, working in the kitchen for overtime, while I was stuck here bored out of my mind trying to think of something to do. I had my gaming console, my comics, my phone, I even had homework I could be doing, yet none of that stuff seemed even remotely interesting at the moment. From what I had heard on the news a few hours ago, there was going to be a really big thunderstorm, it was even supposed to cause a blackout! But, so far all I heard was mere rain, so I was a bit upset over that. Then again, at least there was rain instead of nothing at all, so I guess it wasn't too bad.

       "Maybe I should just go outside then. It's better than sitting here on my bed being some sad old gloomy goober."  I rose out of my bed, grabbed a random white tank top from off the floor, put it on, and ran across the halls and down the stairs.

       Now, here's something I should tell you. No matter how much you want to just go outside to cure your boredom, don't even try to run down the stairs. It's a common rule we all learn when we're kids. However, at that point in time, I didn't care for it, and ended up falling flat on my face. It hurt, yes, but it wasn't like that was going to stop me. I got up from my spot on the floor and decided to just opt for walking to the front door. The sound of the rain seemed to be getting stronger with each step, and my heart elevated with the thought that the rain is getting heavier, meaning a storm. A. storm!

        The door that led to the front yard creaked as I opened it, its hinges rusted up. The evening sky was covered by a mass array of gray clouds, rain pouring down from the sky. But, of course, there wasn't any thunder, any hardcore rain, not even a little bit of lightning.

      "Shame." I thought to myself. "I wanted there to be thunder, yet there's not even a single boom or crash of it! Oh well, nothing that I can't fix."

       I closed the door behind me and walked out into the open. There weren't any cars passing by, no teens or joggers running about. Perfect. I crack my knuckles and roll my shoulders back, preparing for what was about to come.  "Alright, if the rain isn't going to come on its own, then I'm just going to have to do it myself!" I say out loud.

      I felt the cold raindrops cascade down my face as I stood outside in just the tank top and camo shorts. I fished for my phone from out of my short pockets, and pulled it out, turning it on and flicking through my apps. At last, I finally came across it: the "Olympian Keeper App". I smile as I tap on the icon, waiting for it to load. Once it did, I thumbed through the contents, scanning each title as quickly as possible.

"Floating" Nope.

"How to Cast a Hex on Your Ex" I hope I won't need that.

"Powerful Storms and How to Control Them" There it is!

        I read over the page one last time, despite already knowing how to cast it (A small habit, really). With a quick inhale and exhale of my breath, I raised my hands up in the air and watched as the clouds started to get darker than before. I began to make swift motions with my hands, and soon the clouds started shifting around, thunder rumbling in the crevices. I let out a small laugh, seeing the beauty that was a thunderstorm roll out from the palms of my own hands. Soon, I began to add the lightning, watching my hands crackle and fizz with electricity before shooting up into the sky and dropping back down as bolts. Over and over again, the lightning just shooting up into the sky like a firework, making such a pleasant fizzing sound.

         The right side of my neck started glowing, and I knew that my mark, a deep blue lightning bolt, was shining out. A symbol of what I am deep down, an element that cannot be stopped by anything. I let out a cheer of excitement from the adrenaline and the storm, but just as I was about to add more lightning, I felt something really cold hit the back of my head. I let out a hiss as my dirty blonde locks were dampened even more and I lost concentration on the storm. I whip around to find the perpetrator.