Queen of the Elements

Chapter 1- My Sappy Life Story

"Novices, stand at ease!"shouts Chief Gottlan. "Novice Green, come 'ere. I must have a talk with you," he says. I walk towards him with my head held high but on the inside I was just cringing at the thought of what I could've possibly done to require a "talk".

"Samara, what the hell were you thinking when you went after that gigantic arachnid all by yourself?"he asks with a stern look. I just give him the stink eye instead of giving him an actual answer.

"Alright. You want silence? I'll give you silence. Go do 250 push-ups and a 3 kilometre run. Now."

I happily oblige. If there's anything I like doing in this world more than annoying Chief, it's working out. It's not like I am some fitness freak. I eat my daily share of junk and fast food. But the thrill of just running in open meadows and the satisfaction of knowing that all the hard work that I'm putting in is paying off when I see the sweat trickle down my forehead is almost euphoric.

I finish up in less than 20 minutes. As I walk back to the training area, I notice everyone staring at me. I look up and down my body. I had a strong feeling that there was toilet paper stuck to the back of my navy blue training gear.

I turn around and see a boy of about six feet two inches standing behind me. He has sandy blond hair, dark red eyes and a condescending smile stuck onto his face. He looks odd as in his skin is too pale to pass for human. That's when I hear the screams.
I start running forward but the boy is too fast for me. Well, duh. I mean, he is a vampire. He sits on top of me and opens his mouth to reveal his fangs. Stupid vampire. What he doesn't realise is that all novices are supposed to carry one weapon with themselves. Me included. And my choice of weapon, luckily for me, is a wooden stake. I push my body up from the hip and try my best to lift him off with my hands. Which doesn't exactly work. Instead, he slides off of me onto the ground next to me. I get up immediately and try to recover from the head trauma courtesy of blond vampire. He charges at me which, if I may add is an extremely stupid move considering we have very less space between us. I duck to my right and kick him in the ass. Yeah. I mean that quite literally. He falls to the ground without any grace which is quite unlike any vampire that I have heard of. He looks up at me with puppy dog eyes. I ignore his expectant look and plunge the stake into his heart. I never really did like hot guys making puppy dog eyes. It is quite repulsive and always throws me off. I look around me and notice that all the vampires that had attacked are on the ground with a stake through their heart. Ouch. The rest of my comrades are either on the ground in pain or are helping each other recover from the attack. Thank goodness. No casualties on our side. Not that I care much about these people. I just hate the grim and glum environment when we are consecrating someone. It just kills the entire happy go lucky warrior mood for me.

"All healers must report to the infirmary immediately," came the announcement through the speakers situated at the gates of all trainee encampments. I am probably one of the most needed people after a fight, battle or war.

You see, in addition to being a novice warrior, I am also an elemental witch. Most witches in Nelson are blood witches. They require blood from within themselves or others to draw enough power to do magic. Witches like me, who draw their power from the five elements, don't worry about exhausting anything or anybody while doing our magic as their is an abundance of the elements. These elements that I speak of are not Cobalt or Zinc. These elements are air, fire, water, earth and spirit. Most elemental witches can summon one or two of the elements but I am special. I can summon all the five elements at once. Yeah, yeah I know. It might seem like I am boasting but it is true. I was a lot like a miracle. In most witch-warrior parent cases the child does not survive. If the child manages to survive then it turns out to be a warrior as warrior blood is always dominant. I am an extremely rare case. My mom was a witch and my dad is a warrior. My mom died at childbirth. Not when I was born. It was when my little brother was born. She had to die to make sure that he survived. Unlike me, my little brother Colton is a warrior. What with dad's genes being dominant and all. He is three years younger than me. So let's see, I am nineteen so that makes Cole sixteen. I am extremely good with numbers, you know. And that about sums up my sappy life story.

"Samara, hurry up," shouted Freya, the head healer. Ugh. I so hate my life. Now I have to tend to those people who have never even had a tad bit respect for me. I wish that I could suck the wind out of them considering that I have command over the element air. But unlike blood witches, my magic does not allow me to harm innocents. And it's not upto me to decide innocent and who's not. That is something that a benevolent force, which some term as God, decides.

And all I can say is, "I'm coming!"