Hope's POV

I was trapped. The vines were wrapping themselves around me like they were snakes, getting ready to squeeze the life from me or a spider trying to encase me it its web until it was ready to eat me alive. It seemed the more I struggled, the more it tightened its grip around me. Part of me wanted to give up, but another deep part of me felt like it was trying to tell me something. As impossible and strange as it sounds, I felt like this wasn't the end for me, but only the begining. I just had to figure out what the message was before it was too late.

I laid perfectly still hoping it would loosen its grip on me and eventually let me go, but instead it seemed to get just as annoyed as when I struggled. I wasn't sure what it meant or what I was supposed to do but I figured trying to get out was better than not trying and getting killed anyway. As I started to struggle again, a thorn in the vine cut a deep gash in my arm and the blood began to flow all over me. I felt tears begin to form in the corner of my eyes and the overwhelming sensation of giving up became stronger and stronger until I wished the stinging, burning sensation in my arm would stop and everything would be alright. It was then I stared to feel wierd and I noticed my arm was healing itself! I looked closer through blurred vision and I came to realise that it wasn't exactly me that was healing myself, it was the vines! The vines were somehow wrapping around my wound and a small glow of light started to shine.

By the time the vines moved out of the way my arm was completely healed and the pain had stopped. That's when the vines opened up for me to see beyond them and I saw I was high off the ground and being protected from the fighting going on around me. Was this mother natures way of fighting back?..

My eyes opened and I bolted upright in my bed. I saw Lights coming out of Angel's room and was glad she hadn't seen me like this. My pyjamas were practically soaked in sweat (again) and my head felt like it had been dipped underwater or something. I'd had many dreams like that over the past few weeks. Grandma always told me its because I had a growing imagination, but I always believed it was something more. A sign maybe. Another message I had to figure out before it was too late.

I jumped out of bed and washed away the sweat that was becoming a daily problem. I didn't even know it was possible for someone to sweat this much. I heard my bedroom door creek open slightly and saw in the mirror Angel standing begind me. Oh great, I bet he's come to brag about how he got to sleep with Lights and I didn't.

"What you up to? Did you have an explosive wet dream or something?" He laughed madly. Should have guessed that was coming.

"Well that would require me to actually be male wouldn't it?" I replied.

"Of course! How silly of me!" He corrected himself laughing all the way down the hall. I believed in karma and that everything happens for a reason. I hoped that one day he would get what's coming to him. In the meantime I would have to put up with him and his pathetic sense of humour.

As soon as I entered the kitchen for breakfast, it was already hard enough with all of the people in there, but Angel being Angel had to tell everyone that I had had an explosive wet dream this morning. My family know how to ignore him but infront of visitors its pretty much the most embarassing thing. I sat down at my usual seat and acted like it didn't bother me but he knew me too well.

"Did you have a bad dream again, Hope?" Angelica asked. (That's what Angel changed her name too when my brother was born so it wouldn't be so confusing.)

"Yeah nothing new there." I said enthusiastically. She frowned and I could tell she wished she could help me but I don't think anyone could.

"Stop your moping faggot." Angel rudely insulted me across the table. Again nothing new there. I ignored him and focused on the rose infront of me whilst Mum scolded him for being rude. About time.

"I'm sure whatever it is you'll figure it out eventually." Dad told me with a smile. Maybe he knew something I didn't. He usually is one of the first to know things before other people do. I gave him one of my 'what do you know' looks but he smiled, looked away and started eating pancakes. Great.

"Your kidding right? Hope figure anything out to do with his little waste of a life? Or even more so, his powers? I can't see that happening. He couldn't find his way out of a bush if it showed him the way!" Angel laughed shoving a pile of pancakes in his mouth. I looked up at Dad and he smiled at me, like I was some sort of clue. Maybe it was. He did say bush that's a part of mother nature.

I set my gaze upon the rose in the middle of the table and didn't take my eyes of it. I remembered my dream, where I had wished and hoped to be healed and painfree and it happened. I started to think about the rose and moved my hand towards it until I held the small glass vase in my hand. With the wave of my hand I can bring any wilting plant back to full health. This rose was the first flower that I had brought to life and since then I had done it again several times. I thought about the rose becoming stronger and much larger with more thorns and I gripped the vase tightly... but nothing happened. I looked around the table and luckily nobody was watching. Except Dad. He just sat there chewing and smiling.

"Tell me what to do." I asked him quietly so only he could hear. He didn't say anything at first, but after he finished chewing he pointed to the calender on the wall, more specifically my birthday date.

I frowned but it was obvious he wasn't going to tell me anything else. But what did it mean? Was something meant to happen then? I knew nothing really amazing happened to Angel because he was born with amazing powers. Maybe Lights?

"So Lights what was your 16th birthday like? Anything interesting happen?" I asked trying to sound as casual as possible.

"It sure did, if you count me having my Mums powers on my birthday interesting then yeah." She said and my heart almost skipped a beat. She got a power at 16. Does that mean I would? I've already got all I'm gonna get from my parents and I am more of an upgraded version than she is.

"Its wierd because before my birthday electrical stuff kept happening to me and I even started to dream about electricity. Then on my birthday I just sort of started shooting lightening from my fingertips. I was a bit sloppy at first but I got the hang of it thanks to my Mum." Lights told me winking at her mother. I looked over at my Dad and he looked back at me as if to say 'well done'. But what was my dreams about. In some I was able to be healed my vines in others I was able to create huge beanstalks and the most extreame dreams were where I could move the Earth with my bare hands. Like cause Earthquakes maybe. I always knew that my powers wern't just limited to healing dead flowers. Maybe in some respects I was Mother Nature. Maybe I become Mother Nature and wield power over Earth. Its a possibility. It all begins one flower at a time.