@"Paradox"
She had no training. No practice. No performances. Nothing. Nothing was going on today that would keep Miya from doing nothing but run to her room. There was no need to head back to her room so early though. Miya felt alone and didn't like the feeling. Might as well head out to the field and see if it was abandoned enough to start practicing making fire shapes in air to help form some kind of control.
Till she heard whimpering and laughter which drove her mad. She knew all too well the laugh that came from people tormenting someone. The air around Miya began to heat up as she followed the sounds of the whimpering and the laughter. Eventually Miya found where the torment was happening, a couple of teen boys and girls picking on a pair of students, one boy and one girl. The air grew extremely hot as Miya walked towards the group.
From the courtyard a fire rose into the air as a group of students ran away from the source. Miya sat on the ground in the middle of the scorched earth. Only a tiny circle was there around her but there she sat with her belongings scattered about, her hair a mess, and a few drops of blood running down her face. This wasn't a way to start the afternoon.
She had no training. No practice. No performances. Nothing. Nothing was going on today that would keep Miya from doing nothing but run to her room. There was no need to head back to her room so early though. Miya felt alone and didn't like the feeling. Might as well head out to the field and see if it was abandoned enough to start practicing making fire shapes in air to help form some kind of control.
Till she heard whimpering and laughter which drove her mad. She knew all too well the laugh that came from people tormenting someone. The air around Miya began to heat up as she followed the sounds of the whimpering and the laughter. Eventually Miya found where the torment was happening, a couple of teen boys and girls picking on a pair of students, one boy and one girl. The air grew extremely hot as Miya walked towards the group.
From the courtyard a fire rose into the air as a group of students ran away from the source. Miya sat on the ground in the middle of the scorched earth. Only a tiny circle was there around her but there she sat with her belongings scattered about, her hair a mess, and a few drops of blood running down her face. This wasn't a way to start the afternoon.