You would think that after thirty years I would have better control over my powers. Standing on the edge of Narmarra, the place if feel the most connection with my powers, I practice. I know I should be better everyone keeps telling me that I am but I just cant see it. My world is mostly covered by water, the scientists say is 98%. All that really means for me, the only lightning weilder in living memory, is that I am dangerous. So I stand here on the edge of this gorge where I can aim, or at least attempt to aim my lightning at something that wont kill everyone in the small floating village where I live.

I wear my traditional weilders wrap with the hood up. I imagine the sight of me out here summoning something so deadly would be menacing as the twin lightning bolts crash out of the skyon either side of me. At least it would be if anyone knew that I was out here. But time is running out. I have six cycles left to figure this out, or I’ll be stripped of my powers exiled from this world.

As all young children from my home world, I went before the Sacred Stones and petitioned the gods for powers. Like most of my friends, and family before me, I did not actually expect anything to happen. So when I left the Trial ceremony and nothing happened, I was a little disappointed. We all grew up with the legends of the Merris, and Yami, and Togashii, so how could I not, at least a little, want power like that.

The Trial ceremony at the Sacred Stones is supposed to gift you one of the three traditional weilder powers: light, growth, water. One for each of the gods we worship. So like a dutiful son I went to ceremony, paid my respects to the gods, and nothing happened. Or so I thought. It wasn’t until I