𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 || 𝕊𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤/𝕍𝕠𝕚𝕕 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

Chapter 15

"Does that mean I have to focus on my feelings every time I want to use my powers?" I asked.

My mother shook her head.

"Not exactly. Its easier to form fire the first few times via emotions because the emotions act as a little push to manifest your powers," my mother explained. "Once you have manifested your powers, its much easier to use your powers because they're open to you, in a way. For example, right now, they're locked, and its hard to form fire because you haven't unlocked them yet. When you do, using your powers is as easy as opening a door, but controlling them is much harder."

I nodded my head in understanding and held out my hand again. I could do this.

I closed my eyes and thought of the fear I'd felt when Kira had been kidnapped by Barrow. I thought of the horrible, suffocating feeling of being able to do nothing and how panicked it made me. I felt the feelings come back in waves, each one more devastating than the last. I remember how scared I was as I watched Barrow nearly electrocute Kira, and how I did nothing but watch.

"Imagine the fire in your hand," my mother reminded me. "Focus your feelings into doing that action."

I took a deep breath and imagined a fire bursting from my hand, the flames vicious and strong. When I opened my eyes, both my hands were covered in flame.

"Woah!" I exclaimed excitedly.

I'd done it! I'd formed fire. I'd manifested my powers, I think.

I moved my hands up and down, watching the flames flicker from the air but no go out. Then a thought crossed my mind.

I tried to make the fire go out, but it wouldn't. I hadn't thought this far forward, and I wasn't sure how to get rid of the flame that was now creeping up my wrist.

I felt myself panic as I continuously attempted to put the fire out. I started shaking my hands frantically, bits of fire falling onto the ground. The fire was now all the way up my arm, an inch short of my elbow.

"Calm down," my mother ordered. "You control the fire, not the other way round."

"But I don't know how to control it!" I cried out, my panic growing.

"To control the fire you need to control your emotions. Calm down. Take deep breaths," my mother said.

I listened to her, closing my eyes, and heaving air into my lungs, attempting to clear my head. When I'd calmed down enough, I opened my eyes and found the fire staying in my hands, my arms flame free.

"Now, visualise the fire diminishing," my mother said.

I did as she said, closing my eyes once again and imagining the fire in my palms waning and finally disappearing. When I opened my eyes the fire was gone.

My mother squeezed my shoulder, a gentle smile on her face.

"You have a lot of power, but that is not always a good thing," she said. "You need to remember that with great power comes great responsibility. You will need to work hard to control your power and emotions now that your power is unlocked."

After that, I had worked hard to gain some control over my emotions, doing meditation everyday with my mother and even getting a mood journal to write what I was feeling in.

It was now in the middle of the day, and I was about to participate in cross country. Normally, I would never even consider participating in any form of exercise that wasn't compulsory, but Kira had been bugging me to do it with her, and I had also been told that exercising helps control your emotions, so I decided to do it.

"Does being a Kitsune also involve having excelled speed?" I asked Kira as we got ready for Cross Country.

Kira just grinned.

"Great," I muttered.

Coach blew his whistle and instantly everyone started running, a boy called Danny in the lead. As I started running, I tripped over a root and fell on my knees. I cursed, getting up and wiping my dirty hands on my clothes.

"You call that running L/n?" Coach yelled at me.

I ignored him and started running again, managing to catch up with the group, though I was behind everyone else. I could just see Kira at the front and Danny a few metres behind her, trying and failing to catch up.

I was panting heavily and slowing down when I heard Stiles' voice yelling at people.

"Stop! Everyone stop!"

Everyone in front of me slowed down and stopped, blocking my view of Stiles. I shoved people out of the way trying to get to the front, feeling excited, panicked, and confused. How was Stiles here? Why was he here? Was he alright? What if he was hurt?

I felt a prick of heat and looked down to find my hands clenched into fists, an orange glow coming from them.

I cursed and stopped walking, closing my eyes and taking a few calming breaths. When I opened my eyes, my hands were back to normal and I continued pushing my way to the front.

When I managed to get to the front, my eyes immediately landed on Stiles. He seemed fine, and I couldn't spot a single scratch or bruise on him. Scott, Coach, and Aiden, who was one of the twins that moved here, were there with him.

I noticed his eyes scanning the crowd before they landed on me and our eyes met. I smiled at him, confused but happy, and he smiled back.

I started to take another step forward, but his expression changed to one of panic and he held his hand out, motioning me to stay there.

His eyes left mine and looked to the ground, scanning it until he seemed to find something. He bent down and rummaged through the leaves before finding one end of a chain. I shifted on two feet uncomfortably and reminded myself to stay calm as Stiles slowly started pulling the rest of the chain from under the leaves.

Everyone there seemed to hold their breath as they silently watched Stiles pull the chain. I wasn't sure what was happening, but I could tell it wasn't good. Stiles gave one last tug, and the other end of the chain was pulled out from under the leaves.

There was nothing attached to it or on it, and I got a bit confused, but I noticed Stiles staring down at the chain with a frown, obviously confused as well.

Coach started clapping, walking towards Stiles.

"Congratulations Stilinski. You found a length of chain," he said, walking towards the rest of the class. "Can somebody now please tell me what the hell's going on?"

"Hey Coach!" Scott yelled, arm outstretched, but it was too late.

I watched with wide eyes as an arrow was shot from somewhere and landed directly in Coach's stomach.

There was a collective gasp from all the students as we stared at the arrow coming out of Coach's stomach, his shirt already stained with blood.

"Oh, crap," Coach whispered, before falling to the floor.

A/N:

Exciting chapter! We finally figured out what Y/n was, and she is now able to use her fire powers!

Please comment and vote if you enjoyed the chapter, and have a good day/night.

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