As a child, Ophelia was gifted in strength and courage. As the daughter of the Tempestalis Stone Guardian, Ophelia dedicated her life to honing her powers for the greater good. One day when Ophelia was sitting on the edge of her cloudy compound, she tried something new. Something that her dad always warned her not to do.

She summoned a storm.

It was small at first, a swirl of darkened clouds. Ophelia was overjoyed, proud other creation. But that joy fueled the storm a little too well. It grew at ferocious speeds, gaining power and severity. Ophelia soon stood and ran, scared of her creation turned evil. Thunderous strikes of lightning flashed out of the cloud, and it sprawled wider and wider across the sky. It brought hail, rain, lightning, and it was getting to a devastatingly large size. Every Tempest swiftly ran inside, closing their doors to block out the storm. The wind was howling, knocking Ophelia off her feet as she stumbled towards her home. What had started as a swirl had quickly turned into a tornado like no other. It was pulling the very foundation that Tempestalis stood on, and clouds began to fall. They screamed like fireworks, accompanied by the crashes of houses going with them. Ophelia tried to run, her feet pounding against the shaking ground. But it was like the storm could smell her fear in the sharp and misty atmosphere. It was doubling in size, following her as she tried to outrun it.

Why did I do this? Papa warned me of the consequences... if I could just stop this-

ut Ophelia never finished her thought. The cloud beneath her gave away, howling like a banshee set free, and Ophelia fell. Her screams were drowned out in the storm, and her last thought as she plummeted struck her to her very core.

There is no return from what I have done.

Her screams became part of the wind's never-ending shriek, and her vision faded to black as she watched her home crumble above her.

* * * * * *

"Ophelia, are you ok?!"

Ophelia was shaken awake. She was confused as to why she was being awakened from her nap. Is she at the academy? Did she fall asleep during one of Professor Loach's lessons?

Vivid memories of the chaos she released flooded her mind. What had she done?

More importantly,

Why is she alive?

"Ophelia! Can you hear me?" It was her dad. He looked panicked and worried, as he inspected Ophelia for any scratch she might bear. Strangely, Ophelia bore no marks, not even a scrape. If anything, she looked oddly refreshed, with a glow in her eyes. Tears quickly began to fallas the realisation of what she had done sunk in.

"I'm sorry, papa."

And with that, Ophelia ran.