Chapter 3
"Krish!" I said in awe, staring at the black-red-haired Indian who annoyed me on the bus."What are you doing here?" "Be quiet, I am not here because I want to be." He said nearly spitting, "The Spirit Council said that you were too powerful to waste, now would you kindly step away from the door so I can melt it?" I stepped back not because I wanted to listen to him, but because I wanted to get out. He twisted a bead on his wrist cuff, before I could stop myself I said. "That looks exactly like my bracelet. " For a second he looked confused before steeling his face and telling me to shut up. He kneeled and then pointed his hand at the metal lock, a flash of fire as white as the walls around us broke through the bars. I scream in fear as it licks the metal before the door swings open I am still frozen. Why must it be flames? Why, why, why? I fall to my knees, screaming, no no, no, no flashbacks. My older brother Avi decided to take m...