Blast

Friend

        "First of all I am going to start off by telling you that we were indeed friends before the incident of the dark room." I started at a question with "what do yo-" and she cut me off. She told me to hold my questions until the end and she continued. She told me that it all started out. She told me that my dad had the whole starting idea of the the world we live in. She told me that magic was a very common thing before my dad and still is a pretty common thing. She told me that I do have magic and so does she. She told me that I am one of the five people who have all elemental magic and she is one off the many with ice magic. She explained that all elemental magic is magic that has control over almost everything. She said that all elemental wizards like me are usually captured at birth and held captive in rooms like the dark room their whole life. She said this is because they are the only ones that can overthrow your father. She said that there is always one stronger one out of the five that can overthrow him alone. The other four are all needed to take him on. She said that the other four elemental users (elementals) were captured and still are. She said that I am thought to be the one that can take him alone. She talked about how she is going to try and get me to take him. And then the wall came tumbling down and she was shot in the neck and died, I think. I could not see any prescience that could have did this, so I put my ear to Erica's lips, and, what surprised me was that I didn't hear anything. I heard someone over on the rubble and looked over, nothing. I decided that it was the time in my life that I stop running and stand up for myself. So what I did was stand up and see a sword swinging through the dust. I thought about Erica telling me that I truly do have magic abilities and that I am an elemental. I try to imagine how I could use my abilities but could not think of a viable way. I just imagined the dust settling, like the door that I imagined, and nothing happened. I watched the figured move in the shadows, it seemed to be stif and bulk. I imagined that it was a guy weilding the weapon meaning that he could propably overpower me easily and that I most likely couldn't take him unarmed. I looked through the rubble for one of the swords that were conveniently on the wall that crumbled. I saw one in the corner of the room and made a move. I ran to the sword and what seemed to be a shuriken flashed in front of of my face. I froze in my tracks. I heard a voice that definetly belonged to a guy that said "don't move". The words came out cold. The man came out of the dust cloud and said "my daughter, don't fight it".