*cough* Right. So I realize this is my billionth new story these past two months. I seem to be sprouting out ideas but I'm also far too lazy to fully write them out. This time, however, I shall avoid that. I've written a couple of chapters already so I've gotten over the awkward building blocks of the story. Woop woop!

So, my dear readers. Don't give up so soon. I promise sugar, spice and everything nice. kthanxbye.


One of Cinna's earliest memories was of her father. It was a vivid memory; not losing its color or potency as she replayed it over a thousand times in her mind. Most humans amended their memories to soothe their conscience. To make the memory better or easier to deal with. But Cinna could vow that its outline had not changed with every retelling.

She could see her father clearly in her mind even now. He was sitting by the fireplace, using a clawed tongs to grab a log and place it on the burning heap. The room immediately flooded with more warmth as Cinna used her inexplicable powers to heat it up with a crackling fire.

He turned to her, his eyes flashing with worry. "Come here, Cinna," he whispered softly, his voice warm and smooth. It always made her feel so protected as a little girl. Many years later, Cinna found herself wondering whether the deliberate softness had been a result of a constant fear of losing her.

He pulled her to him, cuddling her against his large body. He had buried his face in her dark hair, breathing in the scent of lavender. "You're very special," he mumbled against her head. "You're too young to understand how special you are. What you're capable of doing … it's not in anyway ordinary. You're extraordinary Cinna."

She smiled into his chest.

"But," her father sighed, pulling her closer. She remembered not being able to breathe at that point. Wheezing and spluttering, she tried to pull away from her father. But he wouldn't let go.

She felt something wet on the top of her head.

"But not everyone will appreciate that like I do," he said, his voice thick. The evident sadness made the squirming five-year-old freeze. "Not all people will be happy. Some will envy you. Some will wish harm upon you."

She blinked, the honey brown eyes melting to become a dull blue.

"I just hope I'm there to protect you when they are," he took a shuddering gasp of air, pulling Cinna closer to himself. She would listen to the echo of these words over and over again in her mind. Every time, she would sense his grief, his pain and his fear. And every time, she wished she had been old enough to understand his words. Understand just how special she really was.

Cinna Sakerose had been born with a strange ability.

What was the name of the ability, she didn't know. Who she had inherited it from, she couldn't say. She knew nothing of it; just that she had somehow come into the world with strange, inexplicable powers.

She knew that at some point in history, magic used to exist. Some places in the West of Cerekath had preserved their magic, keeping it for a rainy day. But the thing about magic in this world was that it was in their blood. If you had magical blood, you were a magical being with powers. If none of that shimmering blue sorcery ran in your veins and arteries, you were ordinary like most of the population.

The problem was that magical beings had died out a little less than five hundred years ago. The few that existed remained undiscovered in the rainforests of Western Cerekath.

She knew her father was no magical being.

Her father swore that her mother had not been either, claiming to have known the woman he had married inside out.

But the minute Ramish Sakerose had laid his eyes on his newborn child; he had known that she was going to be a phenomenon.

For one thing, her eyes changed color.

As she looked up at her father for the very first time, an unnaturally perceptive expression gracing her face, her eyes went from honey brown to green with just one blink. It was a vivid and dazzling green that reminded Ramish of the freshest parts of the Earth. He had stood there, a stunned expression on his face. He looked at the nurse beside him, who seemed equally dazed. "Are you sure this one's mine?"

She nodded, not taking her eyes off the infant. "Positive."

Before her mother died, she cradled the baby girl in her arms. She kissed the child's sweet smelling forehead, tears of sadness and joy lingering on her eyelashes like raindrops on leaves after a storm. Joy that she had gotten to see her daughter before darkness and death consumed her. Sadness because she would never get to see her again; see exactly what the girl would grow up to be.

"Name her Cinna," she whispered in her croaky voice, looking up at her weeping husband. "Don't you dare cry, Ramish. Don't you dare. Just promise me you'll keep her happy and protect her no matter what."

He grabbed hold of her pale and thin hand in both of his, looking at his wife with grief stricken eyes. "Of course I will."

"Cinna," she paused, testing the name on her tongue. She swallowed a new batch of tears as she looked down at her baby's face. She knew the child couldn't understand her but the abnormally observant expression on her face strung the words out of her. "Always be special. People will make it hard for you but continue to be special no matter what they throw at your back. Be strong and be daring. Be courageous and do no wrong. Do not hurt or harm others. You are going to be a sensation, Cinna."

As soon as the last breath of her mother's life was pulled out of her, the newly named Cinna Sakerose began to cry.

Ramish knew that his wife's last words had settled in their daughter's heart. As she grew, her powers began to break out of her, showing him just how exceptional she was. She undeniably had magic coursing through her veins; a magic that had been dead for nearly five hundred years.

She showed it to him for the first time when she was only eighteen months of age.

He had been giving Cinna a bath in a small basin full of water. She had been splashing around, her eyes a clear blue. Ramish turned around to grab a bath sponge, getting ready to scrub the dirt off his adventurous and mischievous child. When he returned to her, he nearly fell off his wooden stool.

The water was swirling around above her, not lying in a pool in the basin like it was supposed to. It was defying gravity as it rose up and formed strange shapes, dancing and twirling. It fell back into the basin without any warning, splashing him. The performance left him spooked and his daughter clapping and splashing the water with delight.

She dimpled an angelic smile at her father, who sat on the edge of his seat, clutching his heart.

That had been a small display of what Cinna Sakerose was capable of.

Only a few weeks later, Ramish had settled her on the kitchen counter with her favorite toy. He made her promise not to disturb him while he cooked; in return for the ugly, yellow rubber duck that made noises every time it was squeezed.

He poured oil onto a pan, leaving it to heat up as he chopped up onions. He was constantly wiping the tears in his eyes when he heard the sudden roaring of flames and the happy squeals of his daughters. He turned around to see fire licking the ceiling of his kitchen and his daughter looking up at it delightedly, her eyes a bright amber. Reflecting the deadly flames.

They could never explain the cause of the fire. But Ramish Sakerose had the sneaking suspicion that his barely two-year-old daughter had been behind it all. She had a knowing and mischievous glint in her honey brown eyes that made her his number one suspect.

Ramish Sakerose then took her out to a picnic. He took Cinna where her mother and him and had first met, a secluded area in a great park, where sounds were reflected off the buildings to form echoes They sat on one of the small hills, on the checkered red and white cloth. He watched his daughter play with the horrendous yellow duck, making it squeal and walk across the blanket.

Soon, she got bored. She looked up, an unnaturally perceptive look on her dainty face as she inspected her surroundings.

She began to giggle as she raised her chubby, little arms.

And then all around them, flowers began to grow.

Inexplicably, bright and beautiful, fully bloomed roses of all possible colors began to grown around them, plunging out of the ground as if they had just been waiting to emerge. They rose up around them, their faces turned towards the delighted, giggling girl and her father. Cinna stared up at Ramish, eagerly anticipating his reaction.

He stared at his daughter, speechless with wonder.

"What on Earth are you capable of doing, Cinna?" he mumbled, lifting her up with awed eyes. She blinked her now bright green eyes at him, touching his face with her small hand. It was soft against his course and worn skin. She suddenly giggled, as if to say that the answer to that question was a secret and a secret she wasn't willing to share.

His theory about her magic was proved true only two months later. They had been sitting on the roof of their small house, overlooking the grey ocean before them. The clouds were dull and dreary, a light breeze running through the city of Thembourg. Her father was cuddling her close, watching her as she observed her surroundings.

She blinked once. The honey brown melted away, becoming startling silver. She inhaled. Exhaled. Raised her arms above her head and without warning, brought them down fiercely.

Moments later, the harsh whispering of the leaves of the trees could be heard as they were blown by the sudden gale of wind. Ramish stared at his daughter, at her silver eyes and the serene smile on her face as she observed her doings.

Before she had even had a feast on her second name day, her father had figured out her strange powers. Figured out exactly what she had been gifted with.

His daughter, Cinna Sakerose, could control the elements.