Private Finished The Strongest Muscle Is The Mind

Evelynn was being dragged out into the wilderness to stop rocks and sticks in mid air, maybe even juggle them for a bit. She didn't understand why - she was very good with her powers already. Without warning, her dad threw a fireball in her direction. Her entire eyes glowed a violet colour, along with the runes on her arm, as she compelled the fire to stop with one hand outstretched in it's direction. Letting it hover there for a second, she shot it back at her father - he was definately capable of stopping it. "You're going to have to do better than that, dad," she said as the glow faded from her eyes.

He was seriously underestimating her ability. Once again her eyes radiated a violet glow, as did the runes. All of the fire balls paused mid-air, with a violet border around them, both arms out to her side. She brought her hands together as the fire merged into one large ball, sending it hurtling in her dad's direction. "Honestly dad, it's like you're not even trying."

What was she to do now? She had merged the fire to one massive ball again but she didn't know what to do. There seemed to be no water around. She was not powerful to seperate the atoms to stop a raction. Then she had an idea that could work. She focused all of her energy on increasing the purple telekinetic field around the fire, it began to become more opaque, stopping oxygen from getting to the flame. It eventually snuffed out enough for her to bring it down to the ground and stamp it out. Sweating slightly, she yelled, "Done!"

She caught the bottle and unscrewed the lid, taking a sip. Slumping down against a tree, she thought about what they could do. Her mother had been able to read minds; a power Evelynn had always desired. Then there was her staff: it granted it's user the ability of flight and concussive blasts. Though Evelynn could already fly by using her telekinesis, it took a lot of effort and concentration. Her father didn't think she was ready to use the staff - she disagreed. "Maybe ... I could try using mum's staff."

She knew he would say no. She also knew it was pointless trying to persuade him. No meant no, it always did. She stood up and said, "Fine." She stood in the centre of the clearing and closed her eyes. When they reopened, they were glowing once again. Slowly but surely, she began to rise into the air. Stopping when she was ten feet off the ground, she crossed her legs in mid-air, shaking a little.