Why, hello there! Surprise, it's the rewrite of 'Water, Nature, and Metal' I promised! A side note:
Emera is NOT going to be wind, she's sticking with Metal. BUT I do have a ninja of wind, per request! All will be revealed in the second chapter!
...Or third, depends. But definitely by the third!
Annabella's P.O.V.
I leaned my head against the wall. There was food on the floor, but I didn't bother. It was rotten, and clearly no one here cared if I got sick.
Either way, my hands were in a straightjacket, so I couldn't exactly eat it unless I leaned over and smashed my face into it, which would earn me an electrical shock. I hated it when they did this, restricted me. What I did instead was focus on the water in the bowl. As best I could I lifted a finger. The water simmered and a thin trail of water rose. I guided it to my mouth before closing it and swallowing. The intercom spoke briefly.
Good. You are beginning to find how to use your powers without moving. It praised. I rolled my eyes since I knew it was wrong. But you need to attempt with the moisture in your food, so...
I screamed as electricity shot through my body. My collar was the transmitter and also dampened my powers, preventing escape. After half a minute, it stopped.
Now, you should try again later. The intercom said, amused.
"Shut up!" I shouted, but there was no response. A moment later, the straightjacket came undone and I massaged my wrists, groaning. I've stuck in this hell for too long and have been away from human beings, my only interaction was the voice from the intercom. My parents are the ones blame on that front- they couldn't get me away fast enough.
"I hope you're proud of me." I muttered in a mocking tone. "Because this is how I turned out."
Emera's P.O.V.
The darkness. It takes over, drowns me, and I lose myself. I cry out as I awaken, scared.
I look around my cell before sighing. I run my fingers over the bracelet on my wrist. It begins to hum and I stop. More than once it's shocked me since they believed I was trying to pick the lock on the bracelet, even though I'd probably never be able to do it.
Good morning, Emera. I scowl as the intercom speaks. Let's check your powers today.
A slot in the floor opens revealing a chunk of bronze. I focus on it, envisioning my old horse, Silver. The lump shifts before becoming a crude version of a bucking horse.
Well done. The intercom praises and I snort. It goes silent.
I really miss my family. Jim, my stepfather, who was the embodiment of Dad before he became a drunk. Even Amelia, my brat of a stepsister. I'd give anything to see them.
"I miss you guys." I whispered sadly.
Diane's P.O.V.
I shifted slightly, uncomfortable with the position I had originally been in. My arm began to ache and I sighed, looking at the small mark on my arm where they had drawn blood after knocking me unconscious.
I hear the intercom and hold back another sigh. Let us begin.
One of the sleeves of my straightjacket came loose, enabling me to move my hand to chest level before I can't move it further. Once that has been completed, I closed my eyes and thought of a warm field. When I opened my eyes a rosebud is floating in my palm.
Tsk tsk. The intercom scolded. Try some variety for once, Diana.
"My name is Diane." I said calmly. "And if you allowed me to be outside I could make different flowers.
You will be called Diana until you produce something better, and you will be allowed outside when the testing of your powers is completed. Is it understood? The intercom asked. My bracelet shocked me slightly to give me motivation.
I sighed in answer, closing my eyes again. What else is there to think of? Fields are all I know... Perhaps cold? The only time I have ever experienced cold was when in punishment. I tried to imagine a lighter cold, and a word came to my mind; snowflakes. What is that?
Whatever it is, when I open my eyes the rosebud has transformed into a white flower bent over at the stem, as if the weight of the blossom is too much for the stem to bare.
Good, Diane. That flower is called Snowdrops, and blooms in winter. The intercom praised.
What is winter? I wondered. But the intercom is silent, and I am left wondering. Perhaps my hidden memories are of this 'winter'. I wish I could see it.
My missing memories. All I remember is this cursed place. Nothing else except a name and the memory of a field.
"Oh, dear Luna, let me escape here." I murmured, praying to the moon which I loved to watch from the window when I could.