Sera Pierson

Prologue

Magic.

Who didn’t use to believe in magic as a kid? We all had our own fantasies— fantasy to have magic, fantasy to fly, fantasy to be able to control things, disney and animated cartoons definitely ruined reality for us, but I considered myself lucky.

Because I had all of those.

My fantasies were never just plain fantasies or stupid dreams, they were all real. It was a blessing and a curse. I was born different, different than all the other normal humans, I had power that no one knew about, but me. I could control and ignite, water and fire, but there was a tiny problem, I didn’t know how to control my magic until I was eleven, I didn't know how to keep it under control and hide it from the world.

Three year old me didn’t realise why my parents all of a sudden started being afraid of me, they would all leave me alone when I would start crying or when I would get angry. It hurt, it hurt a lot that they didn't treat me the way they treated Macey, my younger sister, she was just a year younger than me.

They would coo her when she would start crying instead of abandoning her, locking her into a room or when she would get angry, they would say soothing words in her ear and give her chocolates to make her smile again, instead of leaving her to sort out her issue on her own. I started feeling abnormal, like there was some fault in me that was stopping my parents to come closer to me.

But all of that started making sense, when I started growing up and realised that the stuff around me would start burning up on its own when I'd get angry or it would start thundering amd raining heavily when I would feel sad, it could not always be a coincidence, could it?

I was five when I realised that I could control water as well as fire and it took me two more years to realise that I could ignite them from my hands, from my eyes, I felt like it was there, in my blood and two more years to realise that my eyes would turn red, like a bright-orangish red and blue, like crystal-water blue on its own, depending on my mood.

I still remembered my frequent trips to the church where my parents would ask father Simon as to what was wrong with me or what summoned me and he would always reply with ‘the child is perfectly fine’, they stopped taking me to church since then.

“Just dump her from where she came from! That child is abnormal, she would kill all of us one day.” My aunt Felicia would always tell me parents, but they would scold her saying I was their kid, normal or not. That day I came to know that I was not their kid, I was adopted, for the reason still unknown to me.

I started paying them much more respect after that because who would put up with a kid who had made you change your home not once, not twice, but three times in just a span of five years? Definitely, no one, but here they were, taking care of me like I was one of them, never making me feel that I was adopted, not even once, even when I burnt their houses three times.

I had a past that I didn’t know about, but I was willing to find out all about it and I was sure that one day, I would, but till then, all I had to do was live like all the other humans— That was, without magic. Since the day I had learnt to control my powers, I had stopped using them except for very important, uncalled situations, like no power, no water, no light kinda situations,

like right now.

I was standing under the shower, body covered with soap, waiting for the water to come, the lights to turn back on, but unfortunately, there had been some short-circuit in the area and it had already been ten minutes,

“Mom, how much longer?!” I asked, loudly from my attached bathroom and she yelled back, “I am sorry sweetheart, but twenty minutes more.  Our neighbour Martha said that the electrician is a newbie and doesn’t know what he is doing.” I groaned loudly and fidgeted about all the possibilities of what could go wrong if I used my magic right now, nope, nothing bad could go wrong.

I was in the freaking bathroom, for god’s sake.

Smiling widely, I snapped my fingers and my entire bathroom filled with small, tiny flames floating in the air, enlightening my bathroom with light and brightness. Grinning in victory, I looked up towards the shower and my eyes shone brightly, leading the water to start flowing, a perfect temperature.

Ten minutes and I was done taking my night shower, quickly changing myself into my new fluffy white pair of pyjamas and a red loose tshirt, I slipped inside the covers, smiling warmly at the comfort that it was providing, when the door of my room flew open and walked inside my beautiful mother,

“Sweetheart, I am so sorry, but it would take ten more min— Wait, you already took a bath, how?” She asked, confusion clearly plastered on her face.

“Oh, I had a bucket filled that I had forgotten about.” I gave her a small smile and she walked away nodding in understanding, but what she didn’t know was—

My bucket was empty, as I had no bucket.

Oh, did I introduce myself?

No?

Then let me do it right now, I am Sera Pierson, I am seventeen and I am the girl with magic.

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Hola there, my precious readers.

As a writer, I never wanted to stick to a particular genre and fantasy is something I wanted to do since a very long time, I know, I keep saying that every time, but I have too many ideas going on in my head  simultaneously and after completion of each story, another story takes it birth.

This is a completely new approach for me and I hope you guys love reading it as much I love writing it. If at any point you feel like I am going too slow or too fast, don't forget to lemme know.

Happy reading.