Their magic couldn't keep up. They were becoming slaves, taken away from their intended. Man became even more greedy, trying to ensure they stayed in power. They tried to make those who were blessed with this gift reproduce their off spring. It did not end well. The Elementals took back their gifts. Over the years, it is said that a few have been born with the gift, but being born with white hair singled them out, and they never made it far in their journeys," she ends on a sigh, looking down at the table in front of us, ringing her hands.
"What happened to these people? There has to be some left somewhere, right?" I ask, surprised how my voice wavered.
"That, my dear, I do not know. It is rumored that they could be in hiding, but it is also rumored that they are all gone. That man has angered the Elementals with trying to be Gods with their abilities, and they left."
"But what does that have to do with now?"
Maureen just shakes her head, "Unfortunately, man is doing the same thing again. Those without powers are deemed less than, those with any power are tested for their strengths. If you are deemed powerful yet unworthy, they strip your magic."
I gasp, having heard that before. Where have I heard that?
"Is that why I am at this school? They wanted to see if I had power?" I ask Maureen, who nods her head.
"It is why we are all here. If you can succeed and make it out of here worthy, you get granted a high position of power. That is what everyone strives for." Catherine tells me, her eyes sad.
A commotion grabs our attention, my eyes scan the fairly empty cafeteria room, where the sound is coming from. There is a man, early 20s, whose hair just turned white, based on the whispers flowing around the room. He looks scared. You can see the worry lines running across his face. He hurries up and out of the room, the smack of his shoes echoing around the room.
Before his footsteps disappear we hear the heavy thud of boots in pursuit. The enforcers race after him, so set on their job they don't notice what the man left behind. On the bench of his seat, where he was squeezing while everyone was watching his hair, water had been dripping from his hands. A puddle sat where he once was.
Mouth agape, I scan around me, most students back to what they were doing. No one caring. I rush over to Catherine, still sitting at the table. "Is this a regular thing? What just happened?" I look across the table to see the old woman gone. "Where is Maureen?"
"Maureen disappeared in the commotion. It isn't a super regular occurrence, but it happens, unfortunately. If I had to guess, based on what Maureen just told us, that he was just blessed with his Elemental gifts."
"But why did the enforcers chase him?"
Looking down, Catherine replies, "We were just told; if he finds his intended or they create an intended for him, he will then come into his full power. Who do we know who is always after more power?" she ends in a hushed whisper, her eyes now darting about.
The president, the man responsible for this academy is who she is referring to. I know this, but I still can't help it. "I hope the Water Elemental finds his intended and can have a full life."
Catherine's eyes go wide, panicked. "Shh! You don't want to end up back in the testing room, do you?"
I shiver, thinking of the Gregory and his torture room. "I won't say another word," I promise as we gather our trays to throw out the forgotten food. On our way back to our room I whisper, barely audible, "I am getting out of here, Catherine."
Chapter Five
I lay in bed, snuggled in the blanket. I can hear Catherine breathing heavily, sleeping deeply. She showed me all around the academy. The grounds, while beautiful, still appear like a prison to outsiders, but it is a huge academy with three separate buildings and an open court in the middle.
My thoughts stray to Maureen and the story she told us earlier. People were blessed with power from an Elemental, yet greedy people ruined it, like they ruin everything. My blood just heats thinking about all the lives ruined because people can't respect what they are given.
After taking a few deep breaths, I think. When the sky is dark, the grass is dead, the water is still and the wind doesn't blow and you can feel it in your chest, what do you do? I have heard it before, but where...
I am looking down at this beautiful woman with stunning white hair who is laying sprawled across a large bed. The bed looks like a large dark cloud, with her pale skin contrasting against the navy sheets. She has a beautiful man above her, one on either side, and one sitting off to the side of the bed, admiring, watching. Everywhere I look hands are caressing chests, abs, lower still.
I know I shouldn’t be watching this, being such a personal moment, yet I can feel myself getting hotter, watching these men worship this woman's body with their lips, hands, words, and cocks. The man on top is setting an impressive pace, in and out, faster still. I can hear the love he gives to her in his words. Sweet nothings whispered into her ear while groans and sighs of pleaser ricochet around the room. Her hands are wrapped around the other two men's
