Young Writers Society

Later that night, I was sitting around the campfire, playing with a ball of plasma between my fingers. I had also discovered that electricity was in my range of powers, along with freezing time and traveling though space time continuum to other dimensions. At least, that's what Snowdonia said. She'd done some research on chronokinetic peculiar ability hosts and apparently, I could shape planets and mess with the past if I wanted to and some other crap. She wanted to see some of them, but I told her I was too tired. Freezing time within a twelve mile radius was exhausting. I heard footsteps approaching and Snowdonia sat down beside me.

"Hey," she said, "How are you fairing with your new powers?" I shrugged.

"Pretty well. Rosabella wants to kill me though. As if she didn't want to before..." Snowdonia scoffed and slung an arm around my shoulders.

"Rosabella wants to kill any girl who tries to 'steal' her boyfriend."

"But I wasn't trying to-"

"I know," Snowdonia interrupted, "But that's Rosabella. She is the 'light' of Sage's 'down to earth' life." She giggled at her own puns, but I stayed completely serious.

"Why can't she just get used to me?" I asked, "I didn't do anything wrong, I just wanted to talk to Sage. Why does she have to be so difficult and quick to judge?" Snowdonia shrugged.

"I dunno." I smiled and crushed the plasma between my hands. I stood, stretched, and told Snowdonia I was going on a walk. She told me to be careful and watch out for supernaturals (that's what she called the monsters trying to kill us) in the dark. I agreed and walked off into the surrounding woods. I didn't recognize the woods in the dark, and it frightened me to wonder what could be lurking in the dark. I summoned another plasma ball to light up the woods around me. Snap! I whirled around, but to find no one in the surrounding woods. The sound came again and I walked forward, trying to illuminate the woods on all sides of me.

"Who's there?" I asked, now an edge, "I know you're there." No reply. I sighed and relaxed just a bit. Only my imagination. I must be going insane... I continued to walk forward but then,out of the corner of my eye, a dark shape came hurtling towards me. I yelled, but it was too late to react. The dark shape bowled me over and pinned me towards the ground. I kicked and punched, but the figure, who appeared to be wearing a thick black cloak, still held me to the ground, unwavering in their strong stance. I looked deep into the eyes of the thing trapping me. They were a light green and gold, glimmering in the faint light of my plasma ball, now laying on the grass just a meter away. I yelled and a wave of pure force slammed into the figure, making it fly backward and hit a tree. It groaned but didn't even try to get up as I scrambled to my feet.

"Who are you?" I asked. The figure just sat, unmoving.

"I said," I cried, "WHO ARE YOU?" The figure raised its head and attempted to stand up.

"My back," it groaned, "Help me." I made my way forward, powers at the ready, and gingerly helped it up.

"Now," I said, "Who are you?" The figure looked at me and pulled back it's hood. No, not it, he. The cloaked figure was a boy, no older than me. He had fluffy blonde hair and pale skin. He was tall and muscular with sharp features and pointed ears. He kind of looked like an elf.

"My name is Kyle Briggs," he said, "I was wandering in the woods and I came across you. i thought you were going to burn down the woods by the way you were holding that ball of light." He nodded towards my plasma ball and I picked it up.

"I wasn't going to burn down the forest," I said, "I would never do that." Kyle nodded again, this time towards me, and whipped his cloak around him.

"I'll see you around?" he asked, a small smile playing on his lips. I nodded a yes to him and he turned around and stalked off into the forest, seeming to melt away into the trees. I just stood there in shock, wondering why my heart was beating so hard.