Author's Note: I still don't know where this story is leading me. I'm just here for the ride and to type as my imagination wills it. So here's the next chapter.
Chapter 2
It had been on her thirteenth birthday that she came into her powers, and had watched her father die by those powers. Now, five years later, she was in full control of her powers.
No one had mourned the fact that her father was no more. Actually, everyone, including the police, just believed that he had packed up and moved out. Her mother, who had never been too concerned for her daughter in the first place, had started dating other men just a few months after her father's disappearance and leaving Laughing Water to her own devices. Laughing Water spent most of her time with her grandmother, Estella. Her grandmother taught her everything about curanderismo, their healing art. Laughing Water's mother had never wanted to be a healer in any way, thought it was too much work, too much to learn. But Laughing Water saw this as part of her culture, a very important part.
But healing wasn't what she wanted to do ultimately. No, she wanted…actually, she didn't know what she wanted yet. Her grandmother was the only one who knew about her mutant powers. She was startled at first at the sheer power that was contained in her tiny granddaughter, but she knew that Laughing Water would learn to harness that power. And she did.
Laughing Water's power consisted of Earth, Air, Fire and Water…and Moonlight. With so much power, Estella knew that if her granddaughter decided to walk the path of evil that she could cause so much destruction. That was why she worked so hard to help Laughing Water diffuse her anger at her mother and father and instill serenity and patience in her hot tempered little granddaughter.
Still, now at eighteen, Laughing Water's temper was still short, and though she learned what herb cured what, she was still more warrior than healer. Estella remembered how after she would tell Laughing Water stories of the fierce Aztecs Laughing Water would go around saying, "I'm going to a warlord, Abuelita. I'm going to be strong and fierce. I will make war and…and…make babies. And never get married!" Then Laughing Water and Estella would laugh together. Now Estella, looking out the window to see Laughing Water running through the fields by their house, believed that one day, maybe her granddaughter would become a warlord.