AN: I DO NOT own Finding Sky, Joss Stirling does, and that makes her the best person ever :). Please review, it does make a difference. This first chapter will be really short, but I'm going to make the rest of them longer.

My name is Autumn Benedict. Yes, Benedict. I know that right now your probably thinking something about how there's only seven Benedicts, and how they're all males. My family decided (more like my brothers convinced my parents) that I was to dangerous to leave the boundaries around the house they created with their gifts that stop me losing control of my gift.

My gift.

The thing that stops me from going anywhere, from meeting anyone... from meeting my soulfinder, the only one who might be able to help me control my gift. The reason I'm fourteen years old and haven't left the house. The thing is, I can control the elements, and yes, I know, that doesn't sound too bad if I could just control it. But if I'm not always thinking about all the parts of my gift, keeping them contained, and not letting them loose, then honestly, I really could destroy the world. If I stop thinking for even a second, then any water source near me just stops trickling down the right path and finds its way towards me in huge tidal waves that knock down anything in their path, the wind creates a tornado around me, rings of fire spread out around my feet and sparks shoot from my fingertips, and the earth just shakes and rumbles around threatening to crack open at any minute.

So yeah, pretty dangerous.

And so, I sit there in my room, everyday, watching from my bedroom window as different family members come and go, with their soulfinders, going about their business, living their lives, meeting people, and I spend everyday just wishing I could go more than ten metres away from this prison I live in, wishing that I could meet someone to add to my long list of nine whole people that I know.

Nine people.

My brothers all have their soulfinders, and I've never met them. I know their names, what they're like, what they look like, what they like and don't like, and they don't even know I exist. I know, that sounds like I stalk them, but how else am I supposed to spend a life locked in a prison if I don't do some telepathic snooping every now and then?

The front door slams, and I look towards the clock that sits on my bedside table. 7:23. I look out to the window to see who's leaving. Dad. Probably out to check the ski lifts. I sit back down on my bed again and pick up my phone. I only got this last week, as Victor didn't want me to be discovered by anyone who hacks their phones. I have no contacts, no social media, no way of contacting anyone, just Netflix and some games. I scroll through the list of TV shows that are suggested for me and decide to start re-binge watching the entire series, with the last half-season only a few months away, I might as well try and understand what is going on with everyone, everything, and everywhere. If that is even possible with this show. I draw the blinds, turn the lights of and shut the door, trying to get into the mood of watching a TV show.

Just as Ali is about to enter Spencer's barn and surprise the girls, I hear a car engine outside. Victor's. Great. He's probably here to make sure that I haven't left recently. I walk over to my window and peer through the curtains. Victor steps out of the car, and so does a woman I've only seen once in my life, in Victor's mind when I was snooping. I don't know who she is, just that she is some sort of Savant mental doctor. Not a chance.

I grab the book on my bedside table, open the window stand on the ledge just outside, and with a little convincing, get the air to push me up onto the roof of the house. I sit next to the chimney, shut the door kinetically, and start reading my book. Who knows how long I'll be here, last time I was up here for hours. After a bit, I conjure up a tiny little fire to keep me warm, and after a few hours, Dr. Insane Savant finally leaves. Using the air to support me, I climb back down from the roof, and into my room. Victor's standing there in the doorway, and he looks very serious, even for him.

Oh no, this not going to be good. I wonder what Dr. Insane Savant told him.