Ignis and Glaciem

I am different to the other kids, in more ways than one. I mean, no-one really fits in in high school but I just feel different, though that could be down to the fact that I’m a Wise One. My name is Doe. I’m not entirely sure why my parents named me so but I think they said it was something to do with how innocent I look when I sleep and how fragile I can be...


7. New Information

Fabien looked shocked when I told my mother what my ‘hallucination’ was about. My mother, however, looked less shocked. She was more concerned about my current state I guess.
“Doe, why would you do that!?”, he exasperated but slightly angry too. “You didn’t need to do that, I wasn’t real and you knew you’d get hurt but you still did it!?”, his voice was raised slightly and I guess he was ignoring the fact that my mother was still here.
“Fabien, I-“, I faltered, we’d never argued before and I didn’t want it to continue. I didn’t want to hurt him but I didn’t really want to back down. I was so unsure that I started crying when I looked at Fabien. Thankfully, his eyes softened and I no longer saw anger in them.
“I’m sorry, it’s just-“, he said, I nodded, as if I understood, but I didn’t and I didn’t really want to know why he’d gotten so angry. My mother looked back at Fabien with curiosity, she’d never seen him like this either.
I leaned forward in my chair to stop the cut I had earned from the rock hurting me as much. I was pretty sure it had stopped bleeding but the blood still stained my shirt at the back and there were some small holes in the front of it from the wounds on my chest.
We pulled up on the drive and my mother got out quickly so she could let Fabien out. He then hopped out of the car and came round to open the passenger side door. Once he’d opened it, he put his hands on my shoulder blades again and helped me out, being careful to not touch my arms. My mum followed behind us until we reached the door. She knocked on the door loudly and firmly and my dad answered immediately, as if he’d been waiting for us to come home. He looked at me and like my mum, suppressed his shock, they were probably trying not to worry me.
We continued through to the dining room and my mother had me sit on the table. “Fabien, could you tell Rowan what happened in the living room please?”, he nodded, and they walked out of the room. She then asked me to unbutton my shirt so she could look at the scars. I supposed that that had been why she sent Fabien and my father into the living room.
I undid the buttons very slowly for my hands were shaking a great deal but I managed. My mother then helped me take it off and she looked at the wounds. “Doe, I’m sorry but I don’t know what I should do about the ones on your arms and chest. Will water or ice help?”, she asked gently. I shook my head, “No, we tried before but it only made them worse”.
“Well, have you tried heat?”. I shook my head. “Could I?”. I sighed and reluctantly agreed. She made a small ball of fire in her palm and brought it closer. Just before she brought it on the cut, an image flashed in my mind. I remembered the vision of the Ignis man bringing his fire towards Ivory. I screamed and my mother drew back. My mother, not the man who tried to kill my brother. “I’m sorry” she said, “I shouldn’t have tried that.” I shook my head.
“No, it’s okay”. She then nodded but didn’t try again.
“I don’t know what to do about the burns then, Doe, I’m sorry. I can have a look at the cut on your back though”. She walked behind me and began to silently inspect the cut. I tensed up when she was checking to see if there was any rock stuck in the cut but thankfully, there wasn’t. When my mother had decided how bad it was, she disappeared into the kitchen to get things to treat it.
When I was alone, it felt strange. I hadn’t realised how tired I was, the burns draining the energy from me but I refused to give in, it was only likely to make it worse. I was determined to fight whatever poison I had absorbed but was it really poison? Or was it just something against my nature that I refused to accept? Would I become Ignis…
My mother returned with some gauze squares and medical tape. She wet one of the gauze pads and started to dab at the cut. I winced but it didn’t hurt nearly as much as when I tried to wet the burns earlier. Once my mum was satisfied that the cut was clean, she laid several pieces of dressing onto my back and taped them on lightly. She then handed me back my shirt and I fumbled around trying to put it back on.
I had just managed to button it up when Fabien and my father walked back in. Fabien walked towards me and sat down in the space at my side. He gave a weak smile and I attempted to study what he was feeling but it got too hard to figure out. My mother and father were whispering in the corner and as I was trying to think of something else to say, someone knocked on the door.
“I’ll get it”. Fabien got up and walked into the hall. I heard talking and then Fabien walked back in, his parents behind him. My mum stopped talking and went to greet them,  a smile on her face. “Hello, Electra, Otto”. They nodded and walked over to me.
“How are you doing, Doe?”. Fabien’s mother asked me. She wasn’t being patronising but I felt like a little kid.
“Okay”. I couldn’t say it very loud. I was lying through my teeth but I didn’t want to complain to her. She was just trying to be kind. Electra nodded at me and I know she could see that I was lying but it didn’t seem like she wanted to question it. Everyone was quiet for a moment until Fabien broke the silence. “My parents have come round to discuss the matters going on in the Wise One community at present, their Wise Ones too, if you hadn't already guessed. Oh and my dad might have found something for your burns, Doe”. He smiled at me again but this time it didn’t seem as pained. Every one nodded and sat down at the table. My mother and father sat at the head of the table, where they eat at dinner, and Electra and Otto sat at their right side with me and Fabien and I on their left. Fabien held my hands in his but I think it was mostly because he was nervous than affectionate. His hands got warmer and warmer until it began to burn so I had to pull away. “Sorry”, he whispered. The whole time, our parents had been talking but I had been concentrating so I hadn’t a clue where they had gotten to. I began to listen.
“If they don’t elect a new Glaciem leader soon, the whole community could fall apart. Doe, are you okay?”, Electra looked at me. I attempted to shake off the thoughts of all my ‘hallucinations’ and I nodded. “Doe, tell my mum about them, the 'hallucinations' I mean. She might be able to figure something out”. Fabien gave me a reassuring squeeze of my hand and I began to tell her everything. She stayed silent the whole time and I could tell she was thinking very hard about it. “Doe, has Fabien ever mentioned what my specialty is?”, I shook my head. I had only found out he was a Wise One this morning so there wasn't really that much time for him to have told me. “Hallucinations”, she said, “causing and controlling them”, she paused. My heart was racing. “I can promise you that I didn’t do that and I have something else to tell you. I know that you’ve been taught that no two Wise Ones can have exactly the same specialty but there is another Wise One with the same specialty as me. Her name is Contessa Maelle. I met her a very long time ago. We were both about your age and were fascinated that we shared the same power but it wasn’t long until we both grew stronger and we grew apart. I haven’t seen her since I was at least sixteen. I assure you this is the truth but I can understand if you choose not to believe me.”. I shook my head.
“No, I believe you and I trust you. So, do you think that she was causing the ‘hallucinations’?”
“I’m not sure. In the brief time that I knew her, I knew her well and at that time, she would never have hurt anyone but she was certainly capable of doing something like this even before she grew stronger. Now, I haven’t a clue what she is like but people change, for better and for worse. I could not be certain that it is her but she is the only other person capable of doing as such except what I cannot fathom is how and why she would know and choose you in particular”. She looked at Otto and he shook his head. "His specialty is telepathy", Fabien whispered. I then assumed they were communicating by those means.

Nothing really made sense but in particular, I was thinking about when Electra said that no two Wise Ones could have the same power, but then, what about sets? Didn’t we share powers. I turned to my mum and asked her. “Well, in a way, Wise Ones in sets do share powers but there are two types of power; original and transferred. Original means that that power is your specialty but transferred power is power that is achieved through sets. Technically, a million Wise Ones could have the same power, but, it would be transferred. No two Wise Ones can have the same original power, with the exception of Electra and Contessa”, she sat back in the chair. Well, at least that cleared that up. I sighed and Otto spoke to me. “Doe, do you know what your specialty is yet?”, I shook my head. “No one knows at this age, do they?”.
“Not generally”, Fabien spoke before his father could, “but I think I do”. His parents looked shocked so I assumed that he had only just figured this out now. He continued, “I had been thinking about it a lot, you know with everything going on and I started thinking about it more on Monday when Doe got ill. I didn’t know she was a Wise One then but I still knew something was wrong but it wasn’t just a normal feeling, it was an instinct that… that death was getting closer. I think I can sense death”.

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