This is gonna be like a lot of the MBAV stories and it's gonna start by following the movie, and after that I might incorporate something from the series, and I might not, but anyway here's the prologue:
I couldn't believe my parents finally listened to me… well more than listened I had to show them. I am an Elf. I know right, my parents knew all along, but they totally freaked when I told them I was using my powers to manipulate the bullies at school, that's when they told me that elves didn't have powers.
"How could you have Confessor powers, your mom and I are full elves so you should be a full elf." My dad, Eli, was pacing back and forth; I think he was causing a slight breeze. I looked over at my mom who was sitting on a chair avoiding looking at either me or dad.
"Mom," I questioned.
She looked at me terrified as if I found out some secret about her, and what I did next is what made my dad make the final decision that we had to move. I looked my mom in the eye and began to manipulate her to tell us what she was hiding. My eyes turned fully black, as did hers as I touched my hand to hers after about thirty seconds our eyes went back to normal. I held my head and breathed hard, I was exhausted as I always was when I did that.
"Mom, what are you hiding from me and dad?"
"I'm not a full Elf and neither are you Eli, you are 1/4 confessor and I am 1/4 confessor. Our daughter is special, she can confess people, however unlike full confessors who cannot take back what they have done to the confessed person she can take it back."
My father stood there jaw open and completely speechless, that is until I released my mom from confession and she collapsed into the living room chair holding her head and murmuring about how sorry she was to have not told us.
"How did you even know that about me I never told you? And why did you never tell me about your being half confessor?"
"Your parents told me about how powerful a child we could produce due to your being half confessor, and when I confessed to being half confessor as well, they were ecstatic and told me to not tell you until the moment was right." My mom looked into my dad's eyes with a look of love, apology, and fear that he would leave her, but that was against our beliefs.
"We're moving, all of us together, I know someone who can help us train you, I've heard about this kind of thing happening, and had I known sooner I would've gotten you the training you deserved and I have a lot of other questions about our true family history," my father said looking at me, "we are moving to Whitechapel."