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I watched the sun play upon the water right in front of me; tiny ripples stretching out, dragging the sparkles of summer sunshine that glistened like jewels along with it. I could see my reflection in the surface of the water. Wide blue eyes that might appear intrigued with a childlike interest stared back at me.

Nobody bothered to dig a little deeper though. All they saw was little Eliana Harsham, the orphan who lived with her aunt with the golden hair and trusting eyes, a depiction of innocence. The epitome of goodness. 

I pulled the hairband out of my plait and ran my fingers through my hair, letting it loose around my shoulders. It felt good to have it free. My aunt had all but enforced me to wear the plait; she said my hair reminded her too much of my mother when it was down. I can't remember much about my mother, but according to the photographs I could tell she was beautiful. Tall, tanned and confident with an exuberant personality and a beaming smile. She had married my father young, at only nineteen years old and then had me two years later. 

I was three when she died. A house fire that had consumed everything in its reach. Including my loving, doting parents. I had been in the house at the time and people had been confused as to why I survived and they didn't. Only my aunt knew the truth.

I trailed my fingers in the air, watching the water swirl up and round like a liquid snake. Further and further upwards, until it fell back down spraying my bare legs with tiny droplets. A small smile crossed my lips. 

My aunt told me when I was five that I was 'special', unlike other children. She had also said that I mustn't tell the other children, or my teachers, otherwise bad people would take me away from that. And I had been terrified. My childhood had passed in a blur  of fear and solid silence. I refused to talk to anyone in case I let it slip. I didn't know if I could control my own tongue or not. When I got older, I began to identify my 'talent' and train it and with each passing day it got stronger. Now I knew why I had survived and my parents hadn't.

I closed my eyes and concentrated. The air surrounding me grew considerably colder and a sharp wind cut across my skin like razor blades. But something was different. Normally, it was only the area that was tangible to my touch, the area around me directly that I could control. But it seemed to be stretching out. I opened my eyes slightly and saw the leaves on a nearby tree shaking delicately. It was building up, something was coming...

'Eli!' my aunt's voice broke all my concentration and I jumped, standing up quickly. 'I knew I'd find you here.' She smiled at me, until she saw my guilty expression.

'Hello, what are you doing here?' my voice was too high.

She saw straight through me. 'What have you been doing?'

'Nothing, just watching the river.'

'Don't lie to me Eliana. You were using your powers weren't you?'

I opened my mouth, about to say something but my breath caught in my throat and the lie would not come. Instead, I lowered my gaze to the ground and nodded.

'Don't!' she said sharply. 'Eli don't you see the danger you're putting yourself in? What if someone had seen?!' her normally kind brown eyes were blazing with anger. '

'They won't!' I protested. 'I'm sorry! I won't do it again!'

She took a step closer to me, looking me right in the eyes. 'Do you want to be taken away from me?'

I gasped at her words; the reaction I always had. The familiar lump in my throat rose and my eyes stung. I would not cry. I would not cry. I shook my head vehemently. 

'Well stop your childish games,' she said coldly, turning and starting to walk away. 'Your tea is ready, come along. And tie your hair back. It looks ridiculously untidy.'

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