"So, everyone here has powers?" I ask after his long speech. He looks around the grey tent and I realise what this place actually is: a shrine. Two marble pillars stand majestically at the back of it, behind several golden candlesticks lighting the room up with a orange flame.

"Yes. We all learn what they are and learn to control them", he replies cheerily. "That's what this place is for. We call it 'The District of Light'. Its where we learn what we are".

"...How?" I say nosily.

"This contraption, well, instrument, finds out what part of the person's DNA has been modified and tells us what their abilities are", he explains quietly. "You're wondering what my powers are, aren't you?"

"What, no, no, I'm no nosy".

"Good try, I'm a telepath, I know what you're thinking. Small amount of hex magic and telekinesis too", Firestone boasts. "Want to know what yours are?" I nod and he beckons me over to a metal tube with a small door. Various cables come out of the top of it and are connected to a monitor on the opposite side of the room. I timidly step inside and nothing really happens. Standing inattentively inside, I wait until Firestone calls from out the door. Excitedly, I await my ability results.

Why am I so excited? This is going to completely ruin my life, but, well, I suppose there's not much of a life to ruin. "Well, well, well, energy transfer abilities. First that I've seen for a long time", he reveals.

"What does that mean?" I answer.

"Um, its a bit weird to explain, so you better sit. Here", he starts and pulls a chair aside. I obediently sit in it. "The bulb you touched, you saw something different something other than just light. You saw the particles of light, of energy being emitted from it. Your skin absorbed it and then you changed it into telekinetic energy when you threw the log. Very powerful ability to have... if you learn to control it".

"Can you teach me?" I ask innocently.

"Of course", he responds and takes out a ruby coloured lighter from his pocket. He flicks it on and a pale yellow light pours from it. "Touch it".

"Oh, no, I can't, I might burn myself and then you might -" I stutter.

"Touch it", he utters assertively. I put my finger out and touch the burning flame. My finger stings, but I feel the energy pulsing  up my veins I then point it at a nearby table and focus it onto it, trying to make it move. It shivers and my hand shakes under the pressure. "It's okay. Clear your mind", calls Firestone. Clear my mind, clear my mind. I can do that. I close my eyes to focus and the table lifts. Success!

"Well done, new recruit. Welcome Savage. We call each other not by our real names, as they are the mark of Zena-Zla. We have code-names, nick-names, whatever you want to call it, so, what's yours going to be?" praises the gruff voice of Firestone.

After a few moments staring into the darkness, I turn towards him with a smile. "The Crimson Conjurer".