Erra Hunt- Revealing Secrets (Rewrite)

Prologue

Prologue

        The gentle sound of the trees rustling calmed Sierra's senses. The air turned cooler by the minute, and the patches of light that iluminated the forest, dimmed. Erra breathed in some fresh air: The smell of the dirt on the ground and fresh pine hipnotized her. The wind blowed past her; whispering songs of peace into her ears. The forest beside her house was her thinking space. She may even call it her sacred place.Erra was quite possessive of it. She had this certain pull or connection to the forest. To nature in particular. She would have stayed in there forever if she was given the chance. Erra was seated on a trunk of a Maple tree that fell so many years ago. With both feet firmly on the ground, and elbows rested on her thighs.She touched the surface of the tree trunk. It was rough, and worn out by age and weather. Patches of moss grew on it like little islands. She eyed the life around her. Everything was so vibrant and beautiful. A burst of every shade of red, yellow, orange, and brown was seen in front of her. Different kinds of trees and bushes were scattered like stars. The forest ground was covered by a soft Maple leave blanket. Tiny rays of sunlight that have managed to sqeeze itself through the leaves and branches of the trees, hilighted the spot it shined upon. She wanted to encapsulate the whole scenery infront of her in one picture in her mind. That way she thought, she could remember it anywhere at anytime.

        Still pirched on the tree trunk, Erra made a swift but graceful motion with her hands. This action caused the autumn leaves on the ground to flutter about, forming a miniature turnado. Their colors blended together as they spun faster and faster, making a beautiful bright little swirl just merely floating about. She was controlling air.

        It was one of the elements, she, Sierra Hunt was able to control. the other two were water and fire. She never was able to control the element earth. It turned out to be very stuborn to control for her liking.

        According to her findings from multiple websites she visited, she was an Elemental. As the name suggests, Elementals are beings who are able to control the elements: Air, water, fire, and earth. All of the sites refered to her kind as myths or fictional... She didn't seem very mythical to her. She was too much alive and breathing for her to believe that information.

         While Erra effortlessly continued twirling the pile of leaves with just gracefully twirling her finger , she recalled when she first discovered her talent: She was about four years old when her mother caught her waterbending inside the bathtub. She was making quite the racket yelling "WAVE! WAVE!". She remembered her mother just staring at her from the doorway of the bathroom: Her mother's big hazel eyes, wider than ever. She was as still as a statue. It was obvious that she had no idea how to react. Her mother didn't peep a single sound then. But Erra knew that her mother was screaming from the inside. She knew this, as if she could hear it loud and clear.

         But her family accepted the way she was nontheless. Erra remembered her 9 year old self, sitting infront of the harth on a cool Chrismas day, with her mother brushing her soft red hair. She asked her mother if she knew anyone else like her. Her mother answered her with silence, and just continued brushing her hair. After a while, “Never tell a single soul about your powers.” Her mother said flatly, and Sierra agreed.But the question hidden in her mind still remained. “Was there anyone out there like her?”