I am the hidden, like the last cookie. I am forgotten to the rest of the world like a dream that slowly slips away. I am the color of the sky, like I stole the secret of its color.
I am the child who wonders every day, like a little bird, where do my parents go? I am completely abnormal. My parents told me that one night the rain blessed me with a gift. They say it will arrive when I am twelve. Even though I am only six I always ask if there is something in the mail box. The rain has already blessed me with blue skin, but I can make my hair that color instead. I love the sound of falling rain, it is like thousands of angels singing.
Sera was the one who almost found me. She was sneaking around, when she fell into a fire. My mom rushed and put out the fire. she looked up, and saw me peeking out the window. She has been curious since.
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Blessed
FantasyAmaya was blessed by the rain when she was born, and would receive it at age twelve. Three days before hear twelfth birthday, buildings are being burnt down. She soon begins to revive her powers, which include: control of water, and changing her ski...
