Snippet #2223104

This was all too much. Aria slipped out, not wanting to hear anymore. She walked down the street, trying to make sense of it all. Her parents abandoned her. Left her in the hands of the state because they couldn't control their labioes. Then only a year or so later, they have a kid but they keep that one. Raised him in a nice home where he didn't have to fight for a meal, dress up to impress potential fosters. She wanted to punch something. That wasn't even the worst. Her Grandfather was a Guardian. The Grandfather she never met and therefore couldn't be trained. Aira clenched her fists. "Ugh!" She swung her fist at the nearest wall. It connected with a crack and her horns tore from her head. It was then she felt something. A tug in her mind as if something was calling to her. She turned to find see a fire had started. She ran toward it.

Sliding to a stop, she saw Isis. She grabbed Isis back. Aria thought about what to do. She felt something behind her. A flora shoppe. It was calling to her. Her eyes turned to it and she felt a connection. She allowed her instincts to take over and her hands rose. Soon large vines slid out from the windows and doors. She noticed a fire hydrant. The tough vines wrapped itself around the screws and unscrewed it. Water sprayed from the hydrant and she willed the vines around the spout and the water aimed toward the building and the fire. Aira's head hurt but it was working.