My name is Opaline Ravica. I am 17 years old. When I was 11, I woke to find my whole family dead, and I'm going to find out who did it. I am an Auramancer. I can control the wind by thought. My twin brother, Jace, could control water, and my younger sister, Thassa, could do the same with earth. My parents together made the pairing of fire and magic. My grandmother was a demi-god. So what caused this?
I opened my eyes and thudded my head against the tree behind me. No matter how hard I tried, I had nothing, still. Six years, running, well, flying, around in the wild world of Minecrafia and still nothing.
In all honesty, I had no idea where I was anymore.
Sighing, I pulled my rucksack off my back and pulled it next to me. I pulled out a picture and smiled forlornly at the two beaming faces of Jace and me, looking over our shoulders in the height of summer when we were eight. Our marks, bearing the elements we controlled looked like they could link into one, swirly, runic design. Our blue eyes matched, if you only looked at the middle two that is. His other was green, like sea-weed while my other was yellowy, an airy colour. Our hair was the exact same shade of light brown but mine was long, to cover my mark when company was around. Jace just had to survive being too hot, which I would always tease him about.
It would often start an all out war, water against air. We would both end up sopping wet before Mum would break it up with a wall of flames, vapourising Jace's water and utilising my winds to flare between us. We would scowl in unison, him shooting water and I summoning a gust of powerful wind, extinguishing the fire but our play fight was over. We would laugh at our teamwork, shake well done and I would dry us off with a blow wave a la Opaline.
I shook my head at myself. I missed my twin, but I could almost swear he was still hanging around bugging me. Not that I ever minded. He and I were a team.
Yeah, Opaline. Were.