Balanced: The Awakening

[one]

I remember it so clearly. It was the day of my first class as an unmarked mage. Everyone was so excited, so curious as to what their first element would be. I was never a curious one, but I did enjoy the conversation. My mother always told me I was special because of my eyes. Thinking back, I now understand her reasoning.

"Alright everyone, can I grab your attention please?" Professor Wu spoke, the audience hushing, "Today is a very special day as you may already know. Today is the day we begin your element meditation. Before we begin, I would just like to say that you all are the most powerful in my eyes. You all have weaknesses that can be turned into strengths, don't forget that. You have assigned stations with your names on them, please make your way over to your trainers."

Little did I know, some of those words would be unmistakably true.

I walked over to my mat, introducing myself to my personal instructor.

"Hi, I'm Maverique. Maverique Cunningham." I spoke, holding out my hand. She gladly accepted the invitation and gestured to the mat.

"I'm Emily," she started, helping me down into my meditation stance,"I think I know your mother, you and her could be twins it seems." she smiled.

And it was true, I showed shocking resemblance to my mother. Same hair colour, same faces, same figure, though, I was still filling in. Everything was basically the same about us, except for our eyes. My mothers, a deep ocean blue, mine, a deep purple. When I was born, the doctors decided it was a birth defect and that was that. How very wrong that assumption was.

I got settled in a crisscross fashion, palms facing up on my knees. I closed my eyes and breathed in, concentrating deeply into my core where the magic lay. Deep inside my being I saw a light, a dark light, but a light nonetheless. It flickered from colour to colour, slowly burning brighter and brighter. I could feel it, the skin on my left wrist began to burn, but I strangely enough felt no pain. I followed the outline with my senses, trying to guess what the symbol might be.

Fire? No, the shape was too soft. Earth? Couldn't be, the shape would be too small. Air? Incorrect, there wasn't enough swirls. Water? Most certainly not, the shape was not round enough. What was my symbol? Had I guessed wrong? I slowly opened my eyes, looking around the room. I felt the pain then, but not just on my wrist. It was throughout my body, like opposites clashing, attempting dominance. I screamed in agony, paralyzed by pain, tears burning my shut eyes. And then it was gone, almost as fast as it came. I lifted my left wrist to eye level, knitting my eyebrows together in confusion.

What the hell does a black star mean?