It started off as a normal day. A Simple day. A Quiet Day. 2 Children were playing ball in the suburban neighbor of a Large healthy Metroplis. Not paying attention to how late it was, they laughed and tromped as all kids their age do. The one that looked older could not have been more than 10, the other looked younger, just a few inches shorter.
It was here that they both stopped, looking with an ominous glance at a lone dirt road that curved and entangled itself into the woods and out of site.
"You know" Said the taller of the two. "They say an evil bender lives down their" The lesser quipped. " Nu uh!" he shouted " Benders haft to be registered, and they aint no benders that live outside of the Military base" The kid stated this as a fact. But his eyes never left the sight of this long dirt road. " That don't Mean none of them can escape, I hear that the Rebels take humans and practice that magic stuff on them. Do horrible experiments and then leave them to starve!"
It was here that the other boy began to panic slightly. "Your just trying to scare me! Shut up!"
"Evil Benders going to get you!" The kid then began to dance tauntingly, as the other coward in fear. "Well, I aint afraid of no bender" He turned towards the dirt road, chest huffed with pride "You hear That Freaks!" He cried "I'm not afraid of You!"
With that a long gust of wind began to slowly blow, as the sun finally faded and the town streetlamps flickered on.
The children were unaware that they were being watched.
"Common Sebastian, We need to get home" The other boy laughed " Don't be such a chicken" A loud sizzle broke the silence, it was barely audible, but the boys did hear it. "Whoa" Said the older boy, who had ceased his taunting to glare hypnotically down the forlorn dirt path. Orbs narrowed, they leaned back, both seeing a stream of faded light, looking like 2 floating orbs ignite upon the road.
" We Need to get out of here!" Cried the younger one with huge blue orbs.
" Its just some guy with flashlights" but their was no certainty in his voice " Hey!" He cried " Whose their!" No answer, only the light bobbing of the 2 orange beams. " Answer me!" The boy said louder, fear in his words.
It was here that the light stopped, and both children drew in a long hard breath.
" What..What is that?"
The glows began to flow, in a twisting circle, combining into each other to form one large, massive ball of luminance.
"Whoa…" One boy whispered
Suddenly, a huge blast of heat shocked the trees that framed the road, as a large ball of fire flew towards them, coming at lighting speed. " Watch out!" One cried, as both lept out of its way. A Huge explosion could be heard behind them, as they turned to look at a tree, which now was nothing but a lump of burning cinders.
"Lets go!" they shouted, leaping up as they tore down the Road, faces pale and screaming.
A Figure moved slowly through the shadows, stopping at the streetlamp which flickered with a weak bulb. The figure was tiny, and well proportioned as it slowly stepped into the stream of light.
A Girl. No older than 18 and having a strange look of sovereignty about her grim face. Ebony locks danced about her childlike features, locks blurring against the shadows. Walking with hands clasped behind her back, she inhaled deeply, watching the destruction of the growing tree across from her driveway.
Pale cheeks flushed in the cold brisk air of a March night. Shaking her head, turning to look down the lonely paved road, where the children had ceased. She couldnt afford to have anyone even think about coming down that Dirt lane. She just couldn't. Pivoting on a left heal she in took a long, hard breath, nostrils rising with vigor with such a large breath.
Suddenly, that black haired woman placed her pale hands together, and with all of her might, gave a might, swift kick. She flipped around to send an unnatural typhoon of air towards the fire, blowing it out with one large puff. The ash rose with the wind, consuming her, and the surroundings.
It didn't take long to clear, but when It did. The woman was long gone.
Their was no treasure down that lane. Their was no precious commodity of Gold, diamonds, or anything else of interest. Instead, it was just a small house. Grounded and modest, Its calming cream siding was quaint, but as the girl headed back down her dirt lane, soft pink lips pulled into a tight smirk. This place wasn't worth the trouble she put into it. Sighing deeply, a soft breeze flew past and careened into the shed that decorated her vast piece of land. Lifting her hand, she let out a loud snap, a spark erupting from her fingertips. A ball of fire soon followed, and the woman began to mold it, creating a perfect sphere of flame.
Walking into the house, still playing with her toy, was like walking into a completely different play. It was very airy, very loud with lots of modern metal trinkets. Most looking hand made. Moving for the kitchen, the woman slid to her phone and bushed a flashing red button.
A loud beep followed, then repeated messages from that days calls. The first few were bill collectors, one was from her mother, but only the last and most recent call snagged her attention.
"Ama, It's me…"
She froze, mouth full of milk that she had been drinking from the carton.
"You can't keep Hiding"
Suddenly, there was a click, and the machine beeped loudly and called 'End of Messages'. The woman's eyes lit with fire and hands burst into flames, sending a ball of fire leaving only the burning cinders of a once faithful answering machine.
Ama lay ontop of a bed of cotton fluff. She indeed has slunk into her comfort zone spread out without a care in the world dozing off into a light sleep. What woke her though, the loud sound of a door opening. She heard some rummaging, and then a loud yelp.
"Damnit Ama!" The sound ignited the house, and she rolled over. Loud stomping came down the hall, followed by her door being burst through. In its doorway stood a young man, short black hair covering his left eye, while bulky figure deemed menacing. He looked much older than Ama, most likely in his early twenties. He was tall and had a loud and furrowed look about his features. " What the Hell did you do to the Fucking Answering machine" He held up his hand and in it was the charred piece of technology. "It pissed me off" was her whimsical reply.
"How could an Answering machine Piss you off? You know we don't have the money to buy a new one!"
"But Rancer! It called me a dirty name" She quipped, eyes bulging as she glared at the male figure, Hands cupped underneath her chin. "Would you let a nasty answering machine call your sister dirty names?"
" Your hopeless" He spat, before turning around, and huffing to the kitchen " Say you Love me!" Ama cried.
" I Hate you"
She smiled softly, and laid back down, grabbing a pillow, She would clutch it tightly, the happy features snapping from her face, as the words ' You cant keep hiding' putting her to sleep.