“Bye Prism!” I shout. Then I start my journey home. We share the same birthday, so both of us are practically radiating with excitement. Ok ok ok ok let me explain… Here in the fantasy realm we are split into four environments. 

The mermaids claim the ocean waters.

The fairies stay in the magical forests.

The elves live in the hills, no creature has yet found their domain.

The dragons used to roam at the very peak of the mountains, but not one has been spotted for just over seventeen decades.

And finally, that brings us to the witches. My kind. We rest at the foot of the Dragons mountains, in the swamp.

My name is Amber, named after my oddly bright amber colored hair. I can't say I hate the attention. Is that such a bad thing? I especially stand out apart from the rest of the witches who've had black hair since the dragons vanished. It's gone down in generations. If you think that witches fly around on brooms with a bunch of warts, THINK AGAIN! That is a very hurtful stereotype. We do not use brooms at all for that matter and we are definitely not evil. Us witches have strived for “good ” abilities such as love, healing, light, etc. You get your witch ability at your fifteenth birthday, which is the reason Prism and I are both so excited! Ok, now that you understand, I must continue. I arrive at my family's hut and find my father curled up on the couch reading a scroll per usual. “Hey dad!” I shout from the doorway as I slip off my shoes. He answers with a curt nod then seems to snap out of it. “Hey Amber, how was your day?” I roll my eyes. “The same thing as every other day, your powers will come soon BLAH BLAH responsibility BLAH BLAH the history of the environments BLAH BLAH BLAH!” I huff and flop on the couch. My dad chuckles and continues his scroll. “Well, you're turning fifteen tomorrow and I sure hope you get a power like mine.'' He temporarily puts down his book to focus all of his energy in his core. His eyes start to glow gold (the colour of rich, happiness, pride and money. Us witches and wizards find the colour a good omen.)All of a sudden happy memories flood my mind and I can't help but smile. Memories of a nice walk to school, feeding my pet salamander, coco, cuddling with my mom while watching our own happy memories that dad had whipped up for us, hanging out with Prism…As the memories start to fade my vision returns and I have to face that my mother is once again - gone. I look at my dad and he has his regular cocky grin. My dad is an Illusionist. They are a bit rarer than the usual. There are six types of abilities a witch or wizard can be granted. 

Enchanter-bindings or spells/enchantments

Sorcerer-wand or staff

Animagic-power enhanced by animals

Elemental-an element based power, such as light.

Conjurer- able to generate objects or living things

Illusionist-can manipulate what the mind can see

The rest of the day was a blur, the usual. Eat, study, say goodnight to coco and, finally, sleep. 

The next morning

I slowly open my eyes, feeling sleepy as hell. But then I remember, "I'M GETTING MY ABILITY TODAY!" I shout, not able to keep back my excitement. I ran downstairs to our main room and took a look at the giant grandpa clock in the living room. 7:56. That means… four more minutes!!! I count the minutes as they tick by. Heck! I even count the seconds. I heard that the ability that is chosen for you is based on your personality. Oh, I wonder what I will get! OH I wonder what Prism will g- my train of thought was interrupted by the gong. The clock hits 8. I feel power rushing through my veins, burning hot. I lift off of the floor floating in the air. My eyes glow and everything looks… blinding. A blinding red.  I see fire. Plain fire. And as I slowly descend back to the ground I take a pointed hat off of my head, the symbol of an official witch. The hat blends from red to orange to yellow with a string of thorns across the bridge of it. My once amber hair is now enhanced to a reddish tone. I am in so much shock that I trip over my own feet. (Ok I'm really just clumsy but that is definitely part of it) the fall startled me and bursts of flames shot out of my hands like a flame thrower. I could not control the powerful flames and ended up engulfing our carpet in flames. I quickly ran to go get our emergency water pail and dump it all over the flames growing around our carpet and luckily I put it out in time. Soon realization hits. I am an elemental and I got the power of fire. The power of hell.