World of Blessings [WIP]

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Fye's powers emerged long before her Naming, the child that was called Amber found herself surrounded by a ring of fire where there was once a ring of clover. Perhaps it had been the fault of her older brother, teasing her about her crush on a Earth Blessed who was kind to her in school. Frose—an Ice/Snow Blessed—was always teasing her on a multitude of subjects, from her hair to her clothes which were just hand-me-downs of his altered to fit a girl to how she chose to try and make her speech sound less "country". One moment she was searching the patch for four-leaf clovers, then flames three feet high for a few seconds before suddenly a snowbank blanketing her and the ring in the middle of summer.

So her childhood ended at the ripe age of 8, Amber was no more and Fye was who stepped out of the Naming Circle that evening. That night she spent in tears; dreams of burying her face in flowers, a larder full of food she'd grown herself, and a home smelling of fresh cut pine all burst into flame. Sure, she could enjoy all of those things without the aid of her Blessing, but it didn't fit into the plans made by an 8 year old. Not to mention the wrench it'd thrown into her Shadow and Water Blessed parents' plans of matching her to another Shadow Blessed lad, hoping to throw her Blessing that way. If she had likened to him, anyway, and they didn't know of her fondness for the Earthen boy.

But Blessings rarely went the way that others planned them.

Blessings have been around since the earliest days of their people, very few Blessed are able to pull of Great Works. Mostly everyone seems to be at the same levels of abilities; and while one Blessing might be able to combine strength and skills with one of another Blessing, multiples of the same sort never seem to do more than their individual abilities allow. One's heritage never dictates what kind of Blessing you'll find yourself with, two Light Blessed might turn out a Time Blessed. You might find your Blessing early or late, though it is unusual, but there's one thing for sure...

No one has ever gone past the age of 18 without receiving their Blessing. Everyone is Blessed.

Or are they...

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After her Naming, Fye gave up for a while on her dream of gardens and wooden enclosures, reluctantly throwing herself into the lessons to help her "gift" of fire. If only to stop setting herself (hair and clothes) and other things on fire when the temper got the best of her. With her Blessing revealing itself it seemed as if her temper grew short as well to match. Probably why they ended up putting her with a slightly older Lightning Blessed named Tes, the girl had an infinite well of patience it seemed and was able to pinpoint her lightning to gently shock Fye into realizing her temper level. Before she set fire to something accidentally.

Their friendship grew strong and lasted for many years past the required schooling of temper and Blessing. It was Tes that recommended to Fye that she try for her dream again, this time without the Earth boy and the ease of Blessings. Doing so, of course, was already against the rules for a Fire Blessed, who's path now steered her towards the home and hearth. They still made plans, talked about it in their moonlight gatherings near that scorched bit of earth in Fye's backyard, about running away from the village together. Of finding a new home with gentler rules on what Blessed might be able to do what. Or making their own home in the middle of the woods or a field or on an island. Or a mountain! They'd be together through it all!

And then Tes fell ill on the eve of her 20th birthday. (Fye was 18.)

It wasn't anything that the Blood Healers could fix. It was something inside that went terribly wrong. Tes argued with Fye, trying to convince her to go on without her, this was Fye's childhood dream and it was attainable! Their arguing—even with Tes' illness and the years spent being shocked out of her fire-fueled anger—fire still threatened to flare up. Tes, of course, shocked her back to her senses one last time; the lightning arcing between the two more of a light show than anything substantially painful. Her life long friend, her rock, was gone. Choked with sadness and guilt, Fye ran from the Tes' house, ran from the village, only stopping to grab a bag filled from when they were still planning to go.

Fye managed to get at least a good 50 miles from her home village during the first five years. Spending them on just surviving, learning, and trying finding a place where she could live without being forced into a kitchen. She ended up in an old stone farmhouse in the middle of the woods, where she started all over again, relearning how to control her Blessing without setting everything on fire. Fye left the farmhouse after another five years, finally feeling brave enough to set up her home in a wooden structure. If not brave enough to start her first garden...

Of course, frustration was strong and fire raged more than once out where she attempted her gardening. After a few days of this, she started hearing snickering out in the woods. Of course, looking around she never quite saw the hooded figure in the depths of the trees until they made themselves known. (Which, of course, at this point, they haven't.)