A - Admiration

Jack didn't remember much of his childhood. Pain, tears and bloodshed had blocked out most of his memory, but occasionally, amorphous visions of the past returned to him - usually in the form of a dream, or a rather lucid nightmare. One memory that returned to him quite often was the first time that he saw magic.

He had remembered seeing his brother and sister fight with a whole myriad of weapons, to the point that they had almost no effect on him; witnessing their sharp blade piercing the skin of screaming villagers, crying children, was almost like routine. But the first time he watched his sister using the power of will - it was something out of this world, something he could have never imagined in his wildest dreams. Seeing the inky twilight engulfed by burning embers, wildlife and crops being eaten whole by flaming cinders, houses turning to ash, the pain it caused, the screams - it was Heaven. Bliss. Nirvana.

That day, the first time he saw magic, that was the day he started to respect his sister, his brother, and what they did. He admired their power, how they could destroy entire towns with nothing but their minds, and he wanted that power for himself. He wanted to master the ability to control the elements. To control pain. To control life, and to control death.