One Last Chance

Chapter 1 - The Outline

It was in the early spring when everything changed. The grass was damp from the showers that sometimes seemed angry. The chirps of the birds in the background. The bright sunlight reflecting over the majestically blue waters. The flowers blossom into beautiful colorful flowers, showing off their designs. I wondered sometimes what is was like being air. Like haven't you? Yes that might seem quite odd, but I see it as a opportunity to think about something. Some people see the glass half full. Some other people see the glass half empty. Now that's your opinion, since it's not a fact. I see the glass just as it is. The glass is just filled up half way with water. Now, I got off track didn't I. Hmm, yep I did it again. Now where was I, ah yes I remember. Ok well air is pretty awesome, like air is needed by all living things. Have you ever just stood somewhere and just let the breeze sweep through you? It's a pretty awesome feeling right? Air can do powerful things. Like for example do you guys know that Aang from Avatar: The Last Airbender? Yeah, well that dude is pretty awesome if you ask me. I got sidetracked again didn't I. Anyways, air gives you the feeling of feeling free and will give you that thought that you can do anything that you want. Well that's just according to me.

Well at least let me introduce myself, my name is Elina Cherelle. I am seventeen about to turn eighteen in a few months. I measure about 5'3. I have black hair with purple dip dyed ends. My hair is pretty awesome by the way. I have a family that I love oh so so much. (Can you note the sarcasm there?). Well there's D'vone and Daniel Cherelle, my mother and father. Then there's Selene, Rosaline, Crystaline, Robin, Aylin, and Mandalena, my six older adorable sisters. Ugh, I swear they're a pain. Have I mentioned before that I'm the youngest out of all seven of us. Well I am and it sucks like a lot. Rosaline and Crystaline are twins and so is Aylin and Magdalena. My father died when I was about fifteen, he was a great man. He was caring, loyal, brave and most of all he was loved by everyone in the kingdom. My mother on the other hand is selfish, rude and certainly not loved by everyone. Now for my sisters, well, I love them even though the treat me like a piece of dirt. Like come on who sends their youngest sister to the other side of the world and locks her in her own kingdom. Like helllooo I'm somewhat like you too. Yea I know that I might be more powerful then them but that's not my fault my father gave me the rest of his power before he died.

You guys might be like so confused as to why I'm talking about power right? Well see the thing is, I...am.... not....exactly....normal compared to my family. See in this world there's werewolves, hunters, witches, warlocks, etc.. And my father was a very powerful man he had the power of fire, water, earth, lightning, air, healing, and destroying. Now my mother was a just a plain witch she wasn't powerful. Once she married my dad though he gave her a slight fraction of his power. Of course my mother didn't use this power very well. She only used it for beauty and cravings that she might have. As each of my sisters were born my father gave them a power. Selene got air, Rosaline got earth, Crystaline got water, Robin got lighting, Aylin got destroying, and Mandalena got healing. As for me I got all of them but my strongest element is fire. I know that my sisters are jealous because I can sense what they're feeling. Like I can read their emotions and it's pretty cool. The only problem that I have with this is that I can also tell when they're aroused. Like eww I don't need to know this, but you know I can't really control this power.

Now, let me tell you about my background. Ok so I'm seventeen as you know. I live in my own kingdom excluded from the other kingdoms which belong to my sisters and my mother. Fun fact I'm the youngest ruler ever. Since, my father died it was up to my mother to rule. Back then it was only one kingdom, but she then broke it up into eight kingdoms. I don't get why but what can you do when they make the world turn against you?

My mother blamed me for my father's death. I almost got close to believing that I was the cause of his death, but it took everything that I had to realize that I wasn't.

I remember the last day that my father was alive...the day that my mother pushed him in the fire.....