Skyra

Six years ago

"Mommy! Mommy! Look at me!" I yelled through the open window. My mom came out of the house and gasped.

"Skyra, get down from that tree right this instant!" She shouted back.

My mom has never used that tone with me. I began to cry, and wiped my tears with both hands. Suddenly, I fell. Being twenty or thirty feet high in the tree, that fall should have seriously injured or killed me. Strangely, I slowed down, and landed on my feet at the base of the tree, right in front of my half scared, half angry mom.

"What were you thinking?! Climbing that high in a tree?! You scared me to death when you fell! You know what I've told you, Skyra. You could have broken a bone, or worse, been killed! You must never, ever, do that again. Understand?"

"Yes, Mommy. But that was fun!"

"What was fun?"

"Falling!"

"Falling from the tree was fun?!"

"Yeah! Because I slowed down and landed on my feet in the fall!" I turned my head and saw a man watching us. He was dressed in black and had sunglasses on.

A year ago

I raised my hands in the air, a broad smile on my face. I had just won the School Running Championship, ahead of everyone else in my grade! The weird thing was though, while I ran, a strange wind came and pushed me faster. I never knew I could run so fast. Turning, I received the trophy and said thanks to the man who handed it to me. Wait a second. It feels like I should know this man. Oh well. I mentally shrugged and thought, what does it matter if I know him?

On the way home, my mom said, "Skyra, how did you run so fast? I've never seen you run so fast in your entire life!"

I replied, "I don't know, but at least I won!"

Now

These memories and others rushed through my mind as I processed what the strangely familiar man in front of me just said. That I have the power to bend air to my will? Hold on. I know who he is. He was there, in all of my memories with me demonstrating some way of having the power to control and distort air. But still!

"That's not true." I said out loud.

"Oh, but it is. So I ask you again, will you join us? After all, you don't usually see people with the air element power walking down the street."

"Oh yeah? And why should I 'join' you?"

"I teach a school, where kids with all sorts of elemental powers come to learn."

"Right…" I said sarcastically. There was something secretive about this guy, something I didn't trust.

"Look, just come join us and learn, okay?" I could tell this guy was losing his patience.

"And what if I say no?"

"Then I will force you to come!" And before I could do anything, he grabbed my wrists and slapped a hand over my mouth. I struggled and tried to scream, but the noise was muffled and no one was around. He dragged me to a van, gagged me and tied my wrists and ankles together, then threw me in the back. I hit my head on something hard, and the world slowly spun into black.

I woke up, and thought for a moment, who am I? Then I remembered. I sat up and groaned. My head throbbed where I hit it. Looking around, I saw that I was in a prison cell-like dormitory. I noticed a girl with two long braids down her back staring at me from the other side of the room. Trying for friendliness, I said, "Hi."

She continued to stare.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Academy for Kids with Elemental Powers," said a voice from the doorway.

I turned to see who said that. A guy was standing in the doorway. He looked about fifteen, and ignored me when I asked, "What's your name?"

"So anyway, this place has been around for who knows how long, we all have elemental powers, everybody has either the water, fire, air, or earth power, but you can go on and learn the advanced arts, like if you have the fire power, you can learn to create and control lightning, if you have the air power, you can learn to control Ice, you can learn plant when you have the water power, and you can control metal when you have the earth power."

He smiled at us and left.

I asked the other girl, "So, ummm...what's your name?"

"I am not obligated to speak with such a lowly being like you."

That…was nice.

"Oh. Okay then."

She turned her head sharply to the right and stared at the wall, which was a very nice olive color. Oh yeah, that's sarcasm.

I passed the time by examining every inch of the room, and looked for a way to escape. When that guy came in, he opened the door. That seemed impossible. After three hours of search, I gave up. This room cannot be broken out of.