My... My hair was on fire...
"You're... You're not burning..." Breathed Mia, sounding shocked.
"I... I don't feel it..." I said, confused.
I picked up a strand of my hair, my heartbeat starting to race.
The flames grew bigger, and the wooden floor beneath me started smoking.
"Notch, Ella! Get outside!"

...

The ground was crunching underneath my feet, slightly smoking.
"You... You can produce fire..." Gasped Mia.
I looked at my hands, slightly red with flames.
How...
How did this happen?
How...
Suddenly, a person fell from the sky, making me scream, and causing Mia to yelp.
He looked at me, his black eyes surprisingly warm.
He had pitch-black hair, ripped jeans, a grey T-shirt, and flip-flops.
But most interesting-
We're his wings.
Beautiful ebony wings, stretched out about five feet each, made of extremely soft feathers.
He smirked.
"Hey. I'm Nick."
I felt my face get hot.
He surveyed me, resting on my eyes.
"Y... Your eyes... They're-"
"Turquoise?" I offered. "'Cause I get that a lot."
He smiled, running his fingers through his hair.
"Yeah... You're... You're a multiple..." He breathed, sounding awe-struck.
A multiple?
"Only multiples have turquoise eyes..." He mumbled.
"Okay- What is a multiple?!" Snarled Mia. "And what the heck is going on with my sister?!"
Nick made a sly smile.
"Multiples are born only when there are two parents from the exact opposite element. Like- fire and water, or earth and air. They only get their powers when they turn 18."
So that's why my sister isn't like this. She's 16.
"So you're saying that... Our parents can control elements?!" Gasped Mia.
"That depends..." Sighed Nick, crossing his arms. "What are their names?"
"Jessica and Lukas Hulting."
Nick's eyes grew wide, filling with shock.
"Y... You're the two... From the prophecy..." He mumbled, half to himself.
"What prophecy?" Asked Mia, sounding concerned.
Nick looked at her, pain in his eyes.
"My kingdom is under attack..." He huffed. "The people... They work as slaves... I was one of the only few that escaped..."
"Who's controlling the kingdom?!" I spat, the flames in my hair licking my face.
"A girl named Priscilla."
Priscilla?
Why did that name sound familiar?
Priscilla...
"Can you tell us the prophecy?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"I... Don't know if you should... I mean... The things in it might not mean what they say..."
"Just... Tell us..." Sighed Mia. "After all, you did say we were from the prophecy..."
Nick ran his fingers through his hair, looking nervous.
"Okay... Here it goes..."

"Two from the parents, of elements torn...
Would come to the land in which they were born...
With one- the master, the savior of all,
Their kin the one for the legendary brawl...
Their blood is spilt on the lap of death,
And nothing to pay but the guilty debt...
The kingdom, it seems, will be safe at last...
That is, when we turn our heads from the past."