Chosen By The Elements

The story is about Kathleen Erathos Jones. She is 16 and her dad died when she was five. She is fighting a lot with her mom, and when she needs to think, she goes to her grandmothers house. One day, something extraordinary happens. She finds out that she has powers. Powers her mom doesn't know about, and only her grandmother can explain. Something that'll change her life forever.
This is my first novel, so please don't judge too much if I make mistakes.
The story is based upon a dream I once had, and I've wanted to make a story line for it ever since. Enjoy!

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1. On fire

   One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.. this isn't working! If I could just block her out. I hate it when she mumbles! 

My knuckles were white, and my voice was hoarse. I stormed out the door yelling something about the fact that I wasn't a baby anymore. She always treated me like one, my mom still thought I was a little kid. Tears were streaming down my face, as I slammed the door shut. I just hoped she wouldn't follow me. She already knew where I was going. I wiped the tears off my face, to make sure no one saw me crying. I walked as fast as I could down the street. The known smell of lavender and exotic herbs reached my nostrils, as I walked up on the small path. I could see the little sign on the mailbox saying "Lillith Erathos"

   Why isn't there any light in the windows?

I looked at the small brown windows, on the little white house with the lovely garden, and it looked like no one was home.

   Perfect! Of course she isn't home when I need her the most. I wonder where she is? I mean, she's like ancient.. I didn't think she went out anymore. I guess I was wrong.

I went to the backdoor and reached for the key under the pot with the red flower. The lock clicked as usual,  and I opened the door. What was I supposed to do now. My footsteps seemed awfully noisy in the old house, and the wooden floor creaked as I walked across

   Gosh, there's cold in here! I gotta turn up the heat

I went to the little shed in the back and got some wood. This place reminded me so much of my farther. He was the best dad you could ever imagine, and as a kid, he used to tell me stories and fairy tales every evening. They were always about foreign countries, forgotten people and magic. There were always a little magic in them. He used to say, that without a little magic, your imagination would fade, and without imagination, the world would just be boring.

 

I took the wood inside and put it in to the old, grey, iron fireplace. After a while of searching the kitchen for matches, I finally found some. I took one out and lit it. The fire looked beautiful, I'd always been astounded by fire, in a non-pyromania way. As the fire started cracking, I noticed a piece of wood lying wrong. I didn't have the time, to find something to poke it with, so I decided to just use my hands.

I reached in to the fireplace, and pushed the wood into the right position. I pulled my hand out, but on the way it caught fire. My hand bursted into flames, and I panicked. 

   Oh shit! What is going on?! My hand is on fire

I started screaming, but after a minute I noticed how the flames didn't spread, and it actually didn't hurt.

   How is this possible! What is happening.

I was going crazy, and just when I was about to start screaming again out of sheer panic, my granny walked in

"Kathleen! What are you doing"

I turned my focus on her, and the fire went out. I looked back at it, and I didn't know how to explain anything.

At first my granny looked confused, but then her expression changed. She took a deep breath, and I could tell from her face, that she knew something.

"What the hell is going on! And don't tell me you don't know. I know you do" I yelled at her. She looked troubled, as she sat down in her old leather chair.

"Kathleen, there is something I need to tell you. I had hoped it wouldn't happen this soon, but even my prayers can't change destiny"

   What is she talking about? Destiny is a stupid thing. No god, or anyone for that matter, is gonna tell me how my life is going to be.

"You have inherited some skills from your farther. You are an Elemental"

   A what?

"What is that?" I asked, looking like a question mark.

My granny took a deep breath, and started telling...

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