I woke up that morning exhausted as if I had run a marathon, I crawled out of bed and dragged myself to the shower, letting the hot water fall over my head... I looked down and saw a large bruise on my hip and suddenly my face broke out into a huge grin. So it wasn't a dream, it was all real. I had actually been kidnapped by zombies and met a living skeleton.

I got out of the shower and changed into a pair of jeans and a shirt. I relaxed my mind and stared at an eraser on my desk. Think about the connection. I held out my arm and flexed my palm. The eraser zoomed across my desk until it collided with a schoolbook and bounced to the floor.

I'm still buzzing over this new found power. I had also read the chapter on fire manipulation but hadn't attempted it yet.

"Might as well try it." I thought aloud. I clicked my fingers and tried to summon a spark.

I saw a brief flash but the shock of fire in my hand startled me and I quickly shook it out, a small cloud of smoke rose from my hand. But it didn't feel hot, just a little warm. I'll try again, but this time I won't chicken out.

I cleared my mind and held out my hands, preparing to try again. But at that moment there was a knock on my bedroom door.

"Come in." I said, hastily wiping my hand on my jeans.

Mum poked her head round the door.

"Hey hun, we're just going out for a bit with Jake. Be back soon."

"Ok, see ya."

She went to leave but paused. My heart froze, did she smell the smoke?

"I don't know how many times I've told you to make your bed in the morning."

I breathed a sigh of relief, "right, will do. Bye mum"

After she left I tied my hair back and went to the kitchen for breakfast. While I ate I tried to conjure a flame but could still only get a small spark.

"I need to clear my head, maybe I should go to the park." Mum had taken Jake, our crazy dog with her so I was able to relax and walk at my own pace.

When I got there I could only see two other people walking their dog on the far side of the park. I walked over to the deserted playground and sat on a swing, trying to clear my mind.

There was no one around so I tried again to create a flame, but still only a spark appeared. I sighed and started to gently swing back and forth. I thought about everything that had happened in the past 2 days. I thought about what Valkyrie had said, about my taken name.

I liked Sam, but I still needed another name. While I sat there I didn't notice the man in the black coat sneaking up behind me, at least not until he grabbed me and put a cloth over my mouth.

It smells like chloroform.
Then I blacked out.