In the outskirts of Murtovaara, the great city, lied a district no one from the outside would want to visit. It was the poor district, a place where the shame of the tribe got collected. A place were children got abounded in the dirty orphanage and people got to live with strangers in the small rooms the district got to offer. It wasn't a place fitting for humans, it wasn't even a place where animals could live with dignity. In that dark and cramped place were some people lied on the streets since they didn't have anything to offer in return of a room, there lived Deborah Sigrún. A woman beneath most members of the tribe.
The woman in question had grown up in one of those orphanages and since she had never been able to leave it she was still stuck in that place. But still, it provided her a place to live as long as she paid a little attention to the children. No, she was no way near qualified for the job but there wasn't anyone that would want to take her place voluntarily either since no one wanted to get associated with the poor district.
Even though Deborah herself would want something else to do in life, she knew that she wasn't going to get hired anywhere. And it was not like she could start anything by herself either since she didn't have the money for something like that. She was stuck in the poor district with no chance of getting out of it, she could leave Murtovaara, but where would she go? At least she thought she was stuck in in that place, and even though she knew she was a good mage she hadn't known she was registered as one. She didn't even know she was registered at all since everyone from the sums where like the ghosts of the city. But one day she found one of the summons, one directed to her. It was the first time she had gotten called to anything at all and it did shock her at first. And it wasn't like she cared for the tribe or helping them learn more, the reason for her to agree to such an event was simply just to show how superior she was. Or rub it in the tribe’s face that she wasn't one of them and they dared to invite her either way.
When the day arrived and Deborah got to the prearranged location just to get more confused by what she found there. Of course she understood that there would be other mages there, but she had thought that there would be more men there because she found it a little bit strange thatt all mages were women. There must be men that focused their attention on their magic as well, but somehow they weren't there. And even though Deborah searched the place with her eyes as she stood in one of the corners awaiting her chance to flaunt she couldn't even see one male in the crowd. Not that she cared too much about it anyway, but it was a bit strange in her opinion.
When it was her turn she left the corner she had stood at, not because she was hiding but because she had no intention to get to know the others. And to avoid them trying to get to know her she rather withdrew than take up more space than needed. But as she left it, she held her head high and walked over to the room with determination.
"State your name and what is so special about you."
Perhaps it would be intimidating to stand in front of the king, but Deborah didn't care. The moment she stepped inside she looked at him as if it all were a challenge, and it somehow was, but not in the way that was intended. She wasn't competing with the other mages, she was provoking him and the tribe by showing up even though she wasn't one of them.
"I am Deborah Sigrún, and you won't find anyone more special than me," With the same look as before she held out her right hand towards him, "Let me demonstrate."
A small light started to glow in the middle of her palm, it grew and grew until it was bigger than her hand. The globe was so big that it looked to be so heavy that she would drop it, but it didn't weigh anything. And from being so big it shrink down again as she closed the hand but the burning heat still lingered in the room. "As you can see, I don't create fire like the rest of you. And I don't even want to do something as useless as that, I can create a light so violent that it would blind everyone around me for the rest of their life’s. I can melt things if I want to, but I don’t even need to fear for the whole city to burn to the ground in the process. As you may have understood, I’m not one of you, or half of me is. I’m a half blood, the other part of me has its roots in the Air tribe."