PROLOGUE: PART ONE
Azzy: Seventeen years ago
She could hear their bickering from across the hall.
“She’s too young, she might die!” said her father.
“Well, the younger the better. Longer for her to adapt. And besides, it’s a gift!” argued her mother.
“A horrible one! And she may injure herself!”
“It might save her life.”
“I doubt it.”
“Think what you want, but I’m doing it.” said her mom.
She pushed open Azzy’s door and leaned over her crib.
“Don’t worry, Azarath. It will be alright. You're just getting your powers. Isn’t that fun?” she said. Then she placed a hand over Azzy’s forehead. The last thing she heard was, “It will be alright…”
Then came the pain.
It felt like she was on fire. Azzy opened her eyes. She was on fire. But it was dark. Very dark. All she could see was darkness. But she could feel the fire. And then… coolness swept over. Like standing in the shadow of a tree on a hot summer's day.
Azzy was the shadow, yet she was also the scorching sun. It made her feel…she couldn’t describe it, but it felt anything but bad.
She closed her eyes.
After a while, Azzy opened her eyes. She laughed. And as she laughed, a flame burst alive in her right palm. As she laughed, a ball of shadows formed in her left palm. Azzy looked at them, stared, and started playing with them.
“See? I told you.” She heard her mother say. Her father grumbled.
“Still, I don’t think fire is safe.”
“Oh, for goodness sake, she’s fireproof!” her mother said.
Her father grumbled again.
Azzy didn’t care. She had just gotten her powers, and she liked it.
Part one Published on 8/3/2020 -writetolead.com
Author: Kanak V. and Ann Peng
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