Author's note: Wooo! Thanks so much guys, for all the reviews and support you've given me! I super-duper love it! But, is it really greedy to ask for more? Can we reach 30 reviews before we finish 10 chapters atleast? Pretty please?:P Haha! I love all of you! Really! BTW, sorry for the ultra-late updates! I have loads of exams this month. Please, don't grow impatient on me… I'll try to make my chapters awesome when I update. *wink wink*

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Okay, so on to the story!

I open my eyes. I am no longer in my room, I am in someplace else. I look around me. There's nothing to see but darkness, darkness that looks like it never ends. It also seems like I'm floating but I know I'm not. I look at my feet and I can't see where I'm standing. I look around one more time. "Dana?" I shout. She doesn't answer.

Suddenly all the darkness fades, colors swirl from in front of me and it changes into something new. It's a blur so I can't make anything out – yet.

When it finally becomes clear, I realize I am inside a room. A different one. The walls are yellow, and there is a mat filled with toys in the middle. A couch sits about three feet away from the mat. There is a table beside the couch and a cabinet leaning against a wall. I see a toddler, running around in circles on the mat while giggling. There's something familiar about that kid. Those brown locks of hair, her deep blue eyes, the way she laughs and dances, it all seems familiar. I briefly realize I am looking at my past self. I don't know how that idea came to me, it just did. But if that's me, what is this that I am seeing?

I watch and listen more closely. Two old people sit on the couch gazing with admiration at the child. Or should I say at me. Their smiles are both wide, clearly enjoying this day. The mini version of me fake trips and giggles. She manages to sit up and picks up one of her toy rattles, shakes it and mumbles a couple of syllables. The old man walks to the toddler, picks her up and swings her in the air. She giggles and so does the old woman. When the man puts the child down, she runs to the woman and says, " I wuv you gwandma,"

As they hug, the room shakes and objects on top of cabinets and tables fall. The old man, or who I suppose is my grandfather, with a worried and frightened look on his face, hugs the child and his wife and teleports away. I see them reappear outside the window, and it shows there that houses are exploding everywhere, leaving nothing but piles of rubble. Flames erupted everywhere turning what once were happy homes into ash. The three whisper goodbyes to each other and they all hug together. The woman is crying and the child happily wipes the tears off her face. "Don't cwy, gwandma. I wove you so much!" The woman smiles bitterly and says, "I know you do." A car skids to a stop in front of their house. A young woman in her late twenties gets out of it and takes the child in her arms. She has long, sandy blond hair tied into a neat ponytail, gray eyes, high cheekbones and very fair skin. "Take care of our little angel, Luisa" the old man tells the girl, Luisa.

"With my life." She replies with conviction.

Luisa puts the child in the car. "Wuisa, where are we going? Why are we weaving gwandma and gwandpa behind?" she protests. Luisa replies, "We'll just have to leave them for a while because we're off on a big adventure! We'll travel to another planet and we'll meet new people!" The child smiles and says, "We're coming back right?" Luisa nods but deep in her eyes there is fear and uncertainty. "Right." She closes the car door and waves her final goodbye to the little girl's grandparents. As they fade in the distance, the house explodes into rubble together with the old couple.

I wake with a jolt and sit up. I am gasping for air. I turn and see that I'm not in the yellow room anymore; I'm now in my room.

I brush the hair from my face and realize I'm damp with sweat. What's going on? I think. Then I remember it, I had a dream. A very vivid dream. But I somehow know it wasn't just that. How and why would I just see a past version of myself if the dreams weren't of any sense?

The dreams aren't only dreams. They are memories.

I try to remember every detail of it, and every face I saw there. The old woman, the old man, the child, Luisa…

I gasp as I remember Luisa. She looked exactly like Dana! What if Dana is Luisa?

Excited, and scared that I may be hallucinating at the same time, I run to Dana's room to tell her what I just saw. My footsteps make the floor vibrate, which explains why Dana is already awake when I get to her room. "Arianna? Is there something wrong?" she asks, rubbing her eyes.

"Yes. No. I really don't know." I answer, confused. "You'll never believe what happened." Dana stands from her bed and walks over to me, fists clenched. "What was it?" she asks sharply.

"Whoa, relax. It was just a dream. Or at least I think it was." She stares at me with worry so I start to explain. "Dana, I saw something in my dream. I dreamt that I was in a room and I saw there three people."

Dana doesn't let me finish, "What do you mean three people? How did they look like? Were they pale? And tall? Did they have tattoos? What? Tell me Arianna!" she says, shaking me by the shoulders. I shake her hands off. "Would you please just listen first? I'm not yet done!" Dana sighs and makes me sit on her bed. "Continue."

"Okay. They looked perfectly normal, don't worry. There was an old couple, sitting on a couch, watching a little girl play around the mat in front of them." I say. Dana kneels in front of me. "Then what happened?"

"They were having fun, of course. Then suddenly, the whole house shakes and then the old man hugs the woman and the child and then the three of them disappear. Like, vanished into thin air. I thought they were gone …" Dana listens closely.

"… but then they reappeared outside of the house. I saw it from the window. I think they teleported. Then the old couple started crying, but the child looked like she did not know what was happening at all. And that's when I saw everything," I say, remembering the explosions. I put my head in my hands. "What do you mean 'everything'?" Dana asks.

"Explosions. Explosions everywhere." I whisper. Dana bites her lip, like she doesn't know what to say. I look up at the window and suddenly I remember the main reason of why I woke Dana up. "But you know what bothered me the most?" She looks at me. "What? What is it?"

"The part where a woman came to rescue the child and take her away. Her name was Luisa…" Dana perks up a little and looks down as I mentioned the name. "… and she looked a lot like you. No, I think she is you. I really do. I mean, the only difference is that your hair is shorter than hers. So I could swear you can't fool me again by saying that wasn't you. The little girl, we both have eyes of deep ocean blue. And her hair? Long and wavy, and brown like mine. Are what I saw memories too? Was the child really me? And is Luisa really you?" I ask her. She looks up at me with a smile painted on her face. "I'm glad you remember," I gasp. "That was you? You're Luisa? And I am the little girl you rescued?" My words overlap as I speak due to excitement. Dana laughs a little. "Yes. Those people were us. And all those things you saw, they were real. The old couple, " Dana looks away and frowns. "They were my grandparents, weren't they?" She closes her eyes and sighs. "Dana?"

"Yes, yes they were. They were good people, your grandparents. Your grandmother never doubted my abilities and she was always optimistic. She saw all the positivity in the negative and when everything went wrong, she would be the one to inspire us to make the situation right. Dess was a good woman, and I'll never forget her. And I will never forget what the Mogadorians did to her." I only look at Dana, unable to say anything.

"Your grandfather, Gardi, he was a very quiet man. He would only talk to people once he is contented with them. Gardi was one to judge people first, but in a good way, for he wanted you to grow up knowing only kind people. He loved you and your grandma very, very much. Nothing in the world compared to his family." Dana starts to wipe tears off of her eyes. She sniffs. "Dana?" I ask.

"Yeah?" she replies with a sniff. "That was the day of the war, wasn't it?" I ask. "Yes, yes. It was the day of the war. The day the Lorics fought the Mogadorian race until they fell." I nod. "If so, then my real parents are dead too? Were they really killed as well?" my voice cracks.

Dana frowns and looks down. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I should've told you the truth. I should've let you know years ago. I shouldn't have lied to you." My heart breaks but I don't cry anymore. I can't. My time for being emotional is over. We are in the middle of a war. If I want to survive, I have to learn how to be strong, not just for me, but for the both of us.

Yes I don't cry but anger wells up in me. I can't believe that the Mogadorians can be that heartless to kill all of the Lorics and still won't leave us in peace here on Earth. I never thought such beings ever existed but it turns out they do. But they can't get away with this, they can't. I won't let them. They have to pay.

They have to pay. They have to pay. They have to pay….

The thunder roars and it starts to rain really hard. I close my eyes and clench my fists very tightly that my knuckles turn white. I feel the light of the lightning from outside. But I don't care. They killed my family. Dana screams and curses. The wind blows and trees sway. Trash cans tumble and fly and unused plastic bags fly in the air. I know I'm brewing a storm, a very strong storm that may bring a lot of damage to our place but I still don't care. What is this compared to the destruction they've done to my people's home?

My hands start to heat due to anger and suddenly, even with my eyes closed, I feel an orange light spark from somewhere. Dana screams and I open my eyes. "Arianna, put this off!"

At first I didn't know what she's talking about, but then I see the bed sheets, the light and I feel the heat on my face. Dana's blanket is burningwith fire. My face turns pale and I look at my hands. I see that they are enveloped in flames. I stand from the bed and stagger back stunned by the flames. I stare at them, amazed. All this time my hands were on fire and I didn't even feel it? How am I not getting burned? I turn my hands over and over and the flame only flickers.

"How…" I mutter. The fire in my hands becomes bigger and hotter and brighter.

"Arianna! Put this off!" Dana scolds. I immediately snap out and remember the burning bed. Now all of it is consumed in flames. A minute more and it will spread to the floor then to the whole room. I count up to sixty to time myself. Remembering that I can control all the elements, I try to imagine water this time.

50 seconds…

I panic and try harder. The fire in my hands is starting to grow small and less hot. I shut everything out and close my eyes tightly. I think of the oceans, the faucet in the sink, the river and my water bottle. I also think of my hands in water. I can hear Dana screaming but I don't listen.

30 seconds…

Screw it.

10 seconds…

Suddenly, instead of the warmness from the flames, I feel something cold and watery in my hands. I open my eyes and they widen in shock. Balls of water are on top of my two hands. Reacting through instinct, I throw the water on the sheets and some of the fire is put off. I stare at my hands again and suddenly, water squirts from my palm, wetting me a bit. Due to that, I aim my palms at the bed and water automatically surges from my hands into the burning bed. The fire is immediately put off and the storm I made stops as well. "Oh my God!" I whoop.

"This is amazing!" I laugh and Dana sighs as she rolls her eyes. "You almost burned my bed. No, you already did. You almost turned the whole room into ashes!" she exclaims but I ignore her.

I continue to stare at my hands in amazement. Fire and water. Weather and minds. If I can control these things, who knows what else I am capable of? Who knows what other powers I possess?

Gosh, I think. I'm going to be really useful in a fight. But it doesn't make sense. Dana said I can control the elements, but how can I control the weather at the same time? They don't I decide to ask Dana. "Dana, how am I able to control the weather if my Legacy is Elemental Manipulation? I mean, it doesn't make sense, they don't have a connection at all."

"There do." I look at her questionably. "You see Arianna, the clouds itself has water. You should know that, it's your current lesson in Science!" she says and I feel ashamed. One day of absence and I already forgot about our lectures. I look down. Dana sighs. "Anyways, water is an element and is related to weather. Another one is the wind. Air is an element too, right?" I nod. "So that means you can control it too. That's what makes you control both weather and elements." Amazed, I am unable to speak. I am speechless. I only look at her with wide eyes. "And another thing, you can generate earthquakes and tsunamis with your Legacy. Earth is an element too, right?" I nod, my mouth open. Dana smiles at me.

"You know, I think you're supposed to be developing another Legacy right now. It should already have developed since your first Legacy actually. I wonder what's taking it so long to come. Do you have any idea what it is?" I shake my head. "I never had an idea about anything that's got to do with these things."

"Telekinesis." She smiles widely like how a mother would smile to a child when she wants him to guess what her surprise is. "What in the world is Telekinesis?" I ask. "It is the ability to make things move using only your mind." I gasp. Oh my gosh, what else am I able to do?

"Why do you think it's not yet developing?"

"Maybe it's not yet the right time. Or maybe it's because you haven't thought of wanting break things or something like that. Maybe emotions haven't triggered it yet. Or maybe…" she sighs. "The truth is, Arianna, I really don't know."

"It can't be about emotions not triggering it yet, Dana. I've had a very emotional and exhausting day. If that was the only excuse, my Legacy would've appeared by now. Maybe your second theory is right. Because it's true. I haven't thought of breaking or smashing anything yet. I've only thought about wanting to be alone and all that stuff." Tears well up in my eyes, but I resist the urge to cry. I've had enough of crying like a baby. "Perhaps you are right. But it will come, I promise. Someday it will. We only have to wait." She pats my head.

I look at my hands again. I used to hate my hands. They are very bony and thin. I've complained about it before and my friends said otherwise. They said my hands looked perfectly normal and they said a lot of compliments which are true somehow. I still hated it though. But now, knowing what they are capable of, I appreciate them. I no longer care, because it's not the looks that matters. What matters now is the power that it has. The power that lives within me.