A screaming cut through the small town. Everyone looked around trying to find the source of the screaming but there wasn't anything. It was like the sky itself was screaming.

The sky turned a sickening color of grey and black as clouds filled the once sunny sky. The sound of the scream was cut off by a clap of thunder. The sky exploded with shocks of lightning falling to earth daring to hit anything. it was like the lighting was alive seeking to attack those who dared to leave their houses. It was like the sky was angry.

Yet again a scream filled the sky followed by another. Those in the town were screaming and running for cover from the storm. Some fell to their knees praying, but their prayers would do nothing this time.

They prayed not only for the storm to stop but for their safety. They prayed for their homes, their families and themselves.

Among all the people three children stood at the edge of the city. They stood at the line that separated the city and the forest. They watched the storm as it grew bigger and stronger, but they knew it was okay. They had no fear of the storm. They knew it wouldn't hurt them, for they were the ones who had called it here.

Each of them had been forgotten, abandoned. They didn't remember their families, only each other.

They were no ordinary kids for they each had powers. The city couldn't explain it and was worried for their lives, so they sent them into the woods and left them they're hoping they would die. They didn't think they would survive and now the city they once called home was going to disappear. They were getting their revenge on those who had thrown them out in the hope they would die. They were going to show them their true powers.

They walked into the middle of the town as the lightning struck all around them. They watched as their once beloved home fell into ruin at their own hands, but instead of feeling remorse or sadness for the city they simply laughed. Their laughs mixing into one as it seemed to send rippled through the city.

They each walked into opposite directions traveling to their old homes looking up at them. They watched as their homes felling leaving nothing but stones and glass.

A smile filled each of their faces as they walked back to the forest. The storm slowly fading, leaving a destroyed city behind them.

They walked into the trees heading for the mountain nearby.

Halfway to the top of the mountain, they stopped looking back at the once strong city below them. All that was left was the destroyed houses and ashes. The ashes floated in the air like snow falling on the city. Satisfied with what they had done they continued on the mountain heading to the other side to start their new lives.

They were finally free.

The town sitting at the bottom of the mountain they once called home was gone. Nothing held them back now, so just like the city they disappeared to. There was nothing left of the city. The people all gone, the building destroyed leaving nothing but the memory in the three children heads.

There was nothing left for them.

Nothing tying them down. They could do whatever they wanted to do.