The Grower

Prologue

Tomorrow is the Day of Choosing, the day to become a Guardian. Everyone in my small village has been preparing for it. Some constantly training and fighting, others trying to get their outfit just right. Then, there are the people like me, who don't stand a chance of getting chosen, and stay at home or tend to the fields. We are the ones whose power doesn't stand to go up against the other, stronger ones. I am nothing but the child of two farmers, both of which wield the power to grow plants, and that's all I can do too.

I sit at my bedroom window watching the air and earth wielders of my village training, wishing I could be a part of it all, but I'm not strong enough and I never will be.

The Growers, as we are called, are the weakest and lowest of the wielders, we are also the most common. Not one Grower has ever become a Guardian, and never will.

We could never go against the Earthlings who would uproot us faster than the three-nosed moles, or the Air Walkers who would pull us up from the ground and into the air. We wouldn't even stand a chance against the Whispers who can call any animal to do their bidding, or the Mist's who would freeze the water in our plants. And we would never be able to stand against the strongest wielders of all, the Flames, who would burn our precious plants to ash and leave us with nothing.

Tomorrow is the day of the
choosing and I will never be picked...