Forgotten One

Discovery Arc: The Bearer Of Light

The young light bearer was smiling, yet it was filled with sorrow; her right hand remains over her forearm even after she concluded the lengthy task of healing her numerous wounds that had once covered her whole body.

That smile continues to play on her lips- she was getting good at casting the healing effect; this was only due to the many bullies that plagued her life.

There was a great multitude of theories as to why these people felt the need to render her beaten and bloodied, to the point where she could no longer walk; the reasons ranged from little sense to understandable.

Firstly, she thought it might be because of her love of discovery. She spent time with the teachers, willing to learn more thus labelling her a 'nerd', 'geek' and 'teacher's pet'.

And another was, while she was fifteen years of age, she had the appearance resembling a 'ten-year-old norm' because of her short stature- her face still held onto its baby fat, adding to this illusion. It was not uncommon for light, water and dark bearers to age slower than the other bearers, and 'norms' which was what humans that bear no elements grew at a much faster rate than bearers in general.

And then was her overall appearance. Her skin was a strange pale. And she had long light purplish hair that curls slightly at the tips, with a neatly cut fringe along with light star shapes running through it. Eyes are different shades of purple, with a pale star in the irises.

The problem with having patterns in her hair and eyes were, it had been done during periods of wartime. There was the talk of another war for years. And her having these tattooed in her hair and eyes was declaring that she was a pro-war activist.
Living in a natural zone it was a death wish for her.

However, these stars had been stained into her on the day of her birth and had not been her fault. Yet her peers cared little for this.

Sarah Hikari sighs, she rolls her shoulders as her body felt light with the relief of being free from pain again. She allows her hand to drop to her thigh.

Tilting her head back the young woman closes her eyes, concealing her bright purple star stained eyes that caused her so much grief.

As she sat on the edge of her bed, Sarah listens to the constant pitter-patter of the heavy rain against the window's glass; she amused the idea of someone crying for her.

Blinking her eyes open she briefly glances around her messy room, standing she carefully steps over some stacked books in the front of the bed. Then with her arms held out to keep her balance, she moves towards her desk, all the while her eyes continue to stare to the 'floor'- the sheer number of books and other stuff that was piled all around meant this 'floor' had not been seen for a while and she was wondering if she should dream the fact she had one, to begin with.

"whoa!" Sarah cries out, her foot had caught onto something, making her perform an odd hoping dance the rest of the way.

Flopping down onto the desk's chair, letting out a giggle as she did. There she starts struggling out of the green blazer she was wearing as part of her school's uniform, letting it fall to the back of the chair.

The large desk was filled with notebooks, open textbooks, pieces of paper with written work on them, along with many jars, boxes and odd objects. The teen began clearly space in front of herself, to start her homework; she closes some books, sticking paper in the pages and set them on top of other things on one end of the desk or placed them below her near her feet.

Settling back in her chair she examines her new work area and nods her head happy with that; she then reaches for her jars, running her index finger over the markings. Then she picks from them a small black coloured jar and sets it slightly to the right of herself.

On opening the jar a small 'shadow' floats out, it started bobbing up and down on the mouth of the jar like an invisible string was keeping it from getting away.

Pushing the jar a little more to the right, she pays no heed to the shadow- which should have been trying to get violently away from her but was strangely relaxed in her presence. She leans across the desk and drags over a box, opening it she takes out a small piece of silver about the size of a two pence piece and just as thin.

Holding it up high, she moves the silver in between her fingers and thumb, looking it under the light- Sarah had been surprised when the school had given her the silver pieces, Normally silver was reserved for third-year students, while copper was what the first years like her, was meant to use.

Sarah knew what was happening.

Bearers could liken their gifts of power to the muscles of the body. The more it was flexed or worked the firmer and stronger it becomes; Sarah has been healing herself non-stop every day after school for years, and her 'light' had grown.

Another reason for this increase in power was Sarah uses the basics.

And only been using the basics for the last nine years, doing this she had unknowingly built up a solid foundation at her core. She had learnt from her Form Teacher a week ago, that this could cause someone to become powerful.

Most children to move from the basics once they finish learning them, wanting to move onto bigger and better things quickly. In doing this, they never truly get the mastery over them.

Sarah had only moved on from the basic even though she was in her first year of high school. Of course, she knew everything her peers did ... in theories and while she practised the casting spells both wordings and movements, she never put any power behind it.

'Smelting' as it was called, had become a favourite past time at the beginning of the school year, wanting to know how light-bearers could use their power outside of just healing. Smelting seems to be a booming business in their modern-day.

Sarah held the silver in the palm of her left hand and with her right, she lets a ball of white-hot light flash over it- now was time for the shadow. Quickly calling upon it, asking it nicely rather than forcing it, the tiny shadow listens to the request and she starts casting, her words came out in a sing-song tone of voice. Sarah now calls upon the 'shines' and light brightens the room, the many deep shadows dance due to the many items.

The silver rose up off her hand just a small degree, allowing the metal to bubble as Sarah's light and shines that came to her call, starts refining it; the shadow was loosened from the jar, it came in front of Sarah's face dancing there until it was situated just her glowing hand. It dances lower and lower towards the melting bubbling silver- then the shinning metal got engulfed in the shadow's darkness.
The light Sarah gave out, causes the shadow to become deeper and blacker.

Sarah sang out a few choice words with the final blinding, light from her soul flickered wildly. A pure light concentrated upon the combined melted silver and blacken shadow.

It was over.

Light fades causing things around her to seem darker. Sarah leans over quickly and switches on her lamp and stares at her hand.

The silver and shadow were no longer there. In their place was a beautifully crafted silver with a blue, almost black, line running through it.

A true smile graces her lips, and she picks up the newly formed ring with her fingers, gently turning it over in her hand.

"It's lovely! A work of art!" Sarah whispers aloud almost in awe, her cheeks went slightly pink at her own self-praise. But she could not help it, it was a fine piece. She places it over her thumb on her left hand and held it close to her face.

Rings smelted in this fashion normally had a couple of abilities, and this one Sarah was going to use for a simple water fuse, nothing too grand, a small 'droplet' would be inserted later. This was just a baseline.

"Now then," Sarah says to herself as she leans back in her seat, "What should I practice on today?"

Sarah hums softly. Once she had learned that casting continuously could result in a stronger outcome in stats, she began practicing with other things past her limits.

However, this was by no means to become powerful.

The explanation behind this was simple. Sarah loved learning new thing and improving them caused her heart joy; she pushed her power of light to the limit, while she still could...

"Pillar of Light? Yeah, why not?" Sarah says with a short nod, leaning backwards she pushes away from the desk a little; she held her hands out before her palms facing the desktop- and instead of calling to the power of 'shadow', she sings to her natural birth element; 'shines'. Tiny orbs of light blink into existence. A yellow glow forms and soon little pillars the size and length of a normal pencil appeared on the table's surface.

Pillar of Light was a strong defence casting. It surrounded its caster with light pillars, sealing them inside until they stopped the casting or their power ran out with a time limit placed on the cast.

This skill was mainly used in battles, and Sarah was a lover, not a fighter, however, her love for learning took her to this side of her gift.

Sarah grins boldly, the eerily glow of her now twin pillars gave her a sinister look.

Sarah never dreamt that her thirst for learning, her desire for knowledge would cause the world as she knew it, to become unbalanced.