I run.
As fast as my legs can take me. I could easily catch a current of Air and let it whip me through the halls. I charge into my room and close the door with a slam. Aussie hurdles himself in-narrowly risking his tail getting caught. I face myself in the mirror. My eyes used to be icey blue, almost white. Tradition for Air nomads. I cover them with my hands as the blue slowly trickles in.
That is not who I am but that is what I look like. I fall into my bed.
'You are not a monster. You are Enchanted' Then he had kissed me-for the second time. My lips tingle, remembering the feeling of his and his hand in mine. I long for that comfort and solitude once more. But I have something bigger on my mind.
Enchanteds are not supposed to exist. The story we grew up learning must be the story that's true.

Four women-the original founders of each element-came together and formed the school after years of war against each other. They wanted to teach the young mages of the world and protect them before the regular humans found out about our powers and drove us to extinction.
Enchanteds are part of a different legend. And I hope all it is is a legend. Supposedly instead of four women there were five and they where siblings. Fire being the oldest, then Earth, Water and Air. Their mother and fith sister were Enchanteds-beings with the power to control all four elements. Their mother went insane with power and took control of all magical beings. The dragons and the mages along with every form of elemental. The sisters made the school with the intention of over throwing their mother, with the help of their students and banishing her to an etirnity of suffering. The fifth sister was murdered by her siblings. They thought because she was an Enchanted she was evil too though she was talented and kind. The story says the fifth sister had a child before she was murdered. She was raises by humans and then became an Enchanted herself. She killed all four women out of spite.
The story I was told as a child was that before the women died of old age they would pass down their position to a different and younger mage.

"Enchanteds are very much real" Vice explains. I break into a nervous sweat, wiping beads of water from my forehead. We sit in his office.
"The first story is a cover so young mages can learn magic without fear"
"Why are there no Enchanteds here? Or for the past decade!" I retort. My dark sunglasses almost slide off my face.
"There has been Enchanteds before you. They're only choosen when they're needed"
"The purpose of an Enchanted is to bring all four heads of each element together when they're in peril" He explains.
"Or kill each head" I say coldly.
"Who told you that?"
Zeris. But I don't tell him.
"Why was I 'chosen' now? All four element people are fine"
"Theyre not always at war with each other"
"This is just-a lot. I'm taking the day off I need some time to think" I don't let him answer and walk out. Aussie is waiting for me outside the door. He saunters along the hallways with me. Vice's words ring through my head and I start to feel weak. I find myself at Willows door. I let myself on because its open slightly.
"You" Troy scoffs. I get a newfound proudness. I'm not just an Air 'freak' anymore. I'm a water freak, and an earth freak and a fire freak. I play a fake smile. He gives me a look that could slice trees.
"Will!" I bellow.
"Roan?" Two copies say at once.
"Why do you never have a shirt on Killi?" I ask Killijan. He smirks happily.
"What? Why are you here?" She asks, hopping down the stairs. Her dirty blonde hair spilling over her shoulders.
"We're skipping class" I tell her.
"What no...we can't"
"Yes we can. I'm Emerald's secret weapon, they can't afford to piss me off or I'll go all watery-air bending on them" I say quietly, in a joking kind of tone.
"Secret weapon?" She cocks an eyebrow as if to say 'what have you gotten yourself into this time?'.
"Yeah look it" I turn toward the kitchen. Troy is hunched over the sink with the tap on, rinsing plates. I concentrate my energy and furrow my brow. I flick my fingers and bite my lip. Water sprays directly into the earth benders face.