I only hoped mine faired better. The trembling in my fingers stilled. I held my air totem, gripping the light balsa wood carved with sinuous lines rep...esenting gusting, twisting wind.I channeled my magic into it as my fingers traced the lines. Around us, elementals danced and played, invisible and unseen. Where there was air, earth, water, and fire, they existed. They were the embodiment of the four elements. Faoril manipulated the elements directly, bypassing the spirits. I didn’t. I reached. They were both part of a large group of girls on campus that loved to party. The noise from their house was usually very good at keeping David awake late into the night while he was trying to rest up. Another such party was supposed to be happening some time soon, but he didn't know the exact date.As David finally approached his own house, he could hear music playing from inside. His two room-mates were Amy and Francis. Amy was a long-term friend of David's from way back in middle school, and. When the doctors ascertained you had the power gene, flashier superpowers like Super strength( so that you can use it to turn your father's car over in moments of tantrum), pyrokinesis( so you could burn off the face of that mean kid that pokes you with a pencil), superspeed( you could steal steal a kiss from your crush without asking), were on the top of your wishlists. You went as far as writing to Santa, praying five times a day and eating your broccoli-- you naively believed your mom when. “Fuck! I wasn’t fast enough,” she whispered for the sound techs as she displayed the little wooden dart sticking out of her abdomen in the bright light supposedly coming from the lantern. She suppressed a grin as she noticed the little trickle of blood from the dart wound, knowing she’d have even more fans of her snuff work after this production was released.She carefully pulled the dart out and pretended to examine it. It was hollow. It was empty. “Snakebite kit!” she whispered, aloud, looking.