Amara

"Holy shit…" Amara muttered, rubbing her head. She tried to get up but the pounding headache she had was telling her otherwise. With a frustrated groan she lay back down and tried to recount the past couple of hours in her head. She remembered escaping the warehouse and entering the desert at a speed of over 100 miles per hour. When she had focused the winds to aid her escape she had been ecstatic, but after an hour she realized she had no idea how to make it stop and began to panic. As her fear increased, so did the force of the winds, creating an impromptu sandstorm. Last thing she remembered was crying for help before she passed out from the exertion.

"Why is it that every goddamn time I ask for your damn help, I pass out? That's it; I don't think this relationship will last. It's for damn sure not me, it's you. Fucking worthless ass powers…" She chuckled humorlessly as she slowly opened her eyes to survey her surroundings. With a huff she sat up much too fast, stars swimming in her eyesight as her body protested to the speed of her movements.

"You've got to be FUCKING kidding me!"

There was no desert as far as she could see. She was surrounded by forest. By a FUCKING forest in the middle of the Sahara Desert. She looked down and ran her hands through the soft grass, much too green for this biome. She quickly turned her head to soak in the rest of her surroundings, wincing at the pain and dizziness this entailed. Small purple flowers were seen at random points throughout the clearing, surrounded by butterflies and was that a hummingbird? She shook her head and tried to ignore the fact that she must be batshit crazy to think she was in a tiny clearing in a forest in the most brutal desert in the world. Amara opened her eyes and was dismayed to see that she was indeed still in the small oasis and looked up at the sound of rustling leaves. A canopy of leaves created much needed shade over her, and she guessed the trees were a good 100 feet high. She saw movement from the corner of her eye and just managed to catch a glimpse of a tail as something jumped from tree to tree. Her eyes widened when she indeed saw what it was.

"Is that a fucking monkey?! How the hell can it even survive here? What the hell?! I just can't catch a fucking break can I?" She shouted, to no one and everyone. Then a memory from last night flashed through her mind, she remembered seconds before she passed out, after she had yelled for help, the ground shaking. As her eyes had begun closing and blackness blocked her vision, she remembered seeing green sprouting from the sand.

"Did I- did I create this?" Amara looked at her surroundings with new interest. Yes, yes she remembered in her panic wishing that she found an oasis of some sort so she'd never have to return to civilization. But generating plants and wildlife with a simple thought? That's not physically possible was it? She shuddered at the thought, closing her eyes and laying back down, brooding over her new discovery.

A few hours later she awoke to the sound of chirping. She inwardly sighed and thought, "The least my powers could do is shut those assholes up so I could sleep!"

Her eyes shot open and her head began to throb as an eerie silence fell upon her. She gently put a hand on her head, methodically rubbing her temples. "This shit is too freaky…" She thought. She began to yawn and stretch out her sore muscles. It took her five minutes of painstakingly slow movements and a string of colorful words until she could stand up. Her hand tapped her stomach, attempting to quiet it from growling. After being released from prison, she had been living on the street, pick pocketing for a living. Though she was an impressive thief, she still would go days between meals, and today was no different.

"Wish I had some damn food so I could, oh I don't know, not die." Amara muttered sarcastically. Yet again her head began to throb as a soft rustling began behind a bush to her right. Warily, she looked towards the sound, slowly backing away praying that she hadn't conjured up any predators. The sound became louder, and she quickened her pace. Suddenly, her legs came into contact with the root of a tree, and she fell on her rear, the wind effectively knocked out of her.

"Shit!" She cursed, rubbing her butt and glaring daggers into the root that had tripped her. Abruptly, a shadow obstructed her view, causing her curses to get caught in her throat. Ever so slowly she looked up to peer at the animal that would undoubtedly be her demise. Shockingly, what she found was definitely not what she expected. In front of her was a monkey, a grinning monkey who seemed to be a mother, considering she had two baby monkeys clinging to her chest. Amara looked questioningly at the beast, wondering if monkeys had humans in their diet. She flinched as the monkey extended its arm and reached for her hand. The monkey growled and glared at Amara as if to say 'knock it off' and reached for her hand again. Like a scolded child Amara hung her head and let her hand be grasped. She was shocked to feel something large and wet being left in her hand. She looked and was confused to see an unrecognizable fruit dripping a sticky liquid down her arm. Again she looked at the monkey questioningly. Rolling its eyes, the monkey gestured for her to bring it to her mouth, meaning for her to eat it.

"I'm supposed to eat this shit? What if you're trying to kill me, huh? Trying to feed me to your demon spawn?" Amara demanded, narrowing her eyes.

"If I was trying to kill you, believe me you'd be dead."

Amara leapt back and scurried away.

"YOU JUST FUCKING TALKED! WHAT THE FUCK?! A MONKEY JUST FUCKING TALKED TO ME! Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit…." She muttered, dropping the fruit and wrapping her arms around her legs. She began rocking back and forth, muttering nonsense and closing her eyes tight, trying to dispel the obvious nightmare she was stuck in.

"Tell me are all humans this infuriating?" The monkey asked, creeping closer to Amara with obvious annoyance.

Amara finally stopped her rocking and frowned at the monkey. "My apologies, it's not every day that a FUCKING animal talks to me. My bad for annoying you with my childish human ways." She retorted.

Yet again the monkey rolled its eyes and retrieved the forgotten fruit. "Look lady I was minding my business, eating from the bush over there when you called me saying you were hungry."

"I called you, but I didn't say anything to you specifically… Oh my god. I created you didn't I?"

The monkey raised its arms exasperatedly and nodded vigorously. "How else would I have gotten here, hm? Now eat." It handed Amara the fruit, forcibly shoving it towards her mouth.

Amara began nibbling at the fruit, pausing to enjoy its tart juice going down her throat. She absently watched the animal in front of her, wondering how in the hell this happened. Upon finishing her meal a few minutes later, she realized just how dry her mouth was and croaked, "Is there any water in this godforsaken place?"

The monkey shrugged its shoulder and said, "This is your creation, you ought to know. Let me know if you need anything else, but try not to bother me. The infants are starting to wake up, and I would rather only look after two babies, not three." With a huff, she spun on her heel and climbed into the closest tree, disappearing behind the branches.

"Yup, that confirms it. The only way that monkey is such a smart ass is if it came from me." Amara mumbled, groaning from the exertion as she used the tree as leverage to stand up. She began aimlessly walking around the clearing, searching for any source of water. Then an idea came to her. "If I can create an oasis, butteflies, hummingbirds, and smartass monkeys, what's to stop me from creating water?"

She stumbled into the middle of the clearing, wondering how in the hell she was going to manage this. For some reason, she knew she'd only be able to create it from where she was standing. She sat down to quickly remove her shoes and roll up her pants. Tossing them a good distance from her body, she took a deep breath and stood up.

"Well here goes nothing. Asshole powers, activate." She furrowed her brows in concentration. Like in the warehouse, she imagined exactly what she wanted to happen. Her head burst with pain and throbbing and she whimpered at the pain, but continued to focus. Just when the pain became too much to bear, she felt wetness begin to cover her toes. She looked on in awe as a small pool of water began to expand from beneath her feet. She moved a step to her right to see the water was actually bubbling from the ground. At the sound of gurgling she looked to another spot in the clearing and saw water from that spot as well. Matter of fact, water began to sprout from multiple points in the clearing, covering the grass in mere seconds. Panic began to take over as Amara watched the water level rise at an alarming rate. By the time she counted to thirty, the water had already passed the fold in her jeans and was at her knees. The ground underneath her feet began to shake and descend, changing the flat clearing into a valley. The water level continued to rise as Amara scrambled towards the closest exposed piece of land. She began to shiver, thinking that she going to drown.

"No," a voice whispered in her mind, "You can control it. You started this, you can make it stop."

She nodded in understanding and slowly stood up, gritting her teeth against the pain. She envisioned the water stopping, leaving a beautiful lake in its wake. Abruptly, the gurgling noises stopped. Amara opened her eyes and her breath caught in her throat. Before her was a massive lake, glittering where the sun hit it. It gently lapped on the new shore in little waves, creating a relaxing sound that immediately calmed her down. With a sigh, she timidly walked towards the water, kneeling to put her hand in the waves. It was cool to the touch, and Amara's body reacted faster than her mind could comprehend what was happening. Her head was dunked into the water, lapping as much of it as her mouth could hold. Finally, her need for air was greater than her need to quench her thirst and she sat up. Smiling to herself, she wiped some stray droplets from her face, glancing at her hands. Months of grime and dirt greeted her eyes, much to her dismay.

"Now that's just some nasty shit." She thought. "But it ain't like anybody's here, may as well take a nice bath."

She slipped out of her tattered clothes the prison had given her upon her release, and stepped into the water, walking until the water came up to her shoulders. She sighed with pleasure as she began scrubbing herself down. She heard rustling and looked up to see the mother monkey emerge from the foliage, two baby monkeys in tow. They shared a nod of acknowledgement and the infants dived into the water, much to their mother's unhappiness. Amara laughed at the frown and yells as the mother chased after her children.

"Oh I could definitely get used to this…"