From a time when she was just a baby, she had played with the balls of light her parents could conjure. Her fathers a rich aqua in colour and her mothers a soft lavender. The colours of their lights showed the strength of their magic. Growing up, she wanted to learn the secret.

"Focus your thoughts on a round shape. Don't let any other thought enter your mind. The more powerful among us can change the shape of the light, but more often than not we can only create a ball of light. Our people's power is fading" her father told her.

Night after night she tried to create the light, focusing all her thought on it. But no light showed. After a few nights of her futile efforts, her father stood outside, looking up at the stars, feeling an overwhelming sense of loss. His daughter wasn't one of them. In the distance, he heard her approach.

Standing beside her father, she looked at the starry sky. A star shot across the sky. It was in that instant she understood. "Energy" she whispered, holding out her hand. Her father spun around in time to see a blast of light. Rubbing his eyes, he looked back at his daughter. In her hand sat a perfectly round ball of light, pure gold in colour. As they stared at the light, the young girl shifted her thought to flowers. Immediately, the light began to pulse and expand before settling in the shape of a rose. "Impossible" her father exclaimed.

Footsteps echoed in the quiet night, towards them. A cloaked man stepped out of the shadows, looking intently at the young child. Throwing a ball of orange light at her father, he seized her upper arm, pulling her away. "Daddy" she screamed. Her father leapt up off the ground, jumping on the man. "Get over the mountains" he panted "I will find you". Not looking back, she ran.

A week alter, a small and weary child, with flaming red-gold hair, stepped out of the woods that grew between the mountains and the village on the other side. A woman from the village spotted the child, running over to her. Utterly exhausted, the child raised her head. "Where's daddy" she moaned. The woman gently picked her up, turning back to the village. "We'll find him dear! What's your name?" The child's eyes fluttered for a moment before she whispered "Khian", then fainted.