Fire above Water

'''Cry naught, my daughter. One day, you will be able to rise above from the puny humans, and know your powers of destruction. You will rule above both Titans and Giants, and the gods, of course. They will never match your great strength. Cry naught, my daughter. One day, no one will ever treat you like a slave again. Instead, they will fall into slavery under your command. Cry naught, Nadine. Cry naught. '''

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Everyday, Nadine wakes up in her small chamber every 5 o'clock. She dresses herself and cleans her room, then go downstairs to the kitchen. She fixes breakfast for her foster parents and nibbles on dry bread, the only thing she was allowed to eat.

After her miserable meal, the mother will first come down in her glorious bathrobe made of silk. Her face will always be the same to Nadine, a look of disgust and irritation. Nadine always has to stand and bows her head whenever the mother passes by, or she will be given a painful whack round her head by the father's staff.

When the mother is seated, the father now saunters down the stairs, head held high with might and proud, as a very important editor-in-chief might look like. His moustache quivers slightly. His head turns to Nadine, who stood again from her wooden chair and bows her head.

The father smiled with satisfaction and heads over to the table with his wife. Together, they eat the meal prepared by Nadine. After the breakfast, the nasty comments starts.

Nadine's foster parents always make themselves feel good by criticizing Nadine. They make fun of Nadine's strange features and her weak state. But Nadine, always a good child, bows her head quietly and make the comments pass.

Picking up his briefcase, the father kisses his wife on the cheek, glares at Nadine and walks off the door. Nadine listens for the magnificent roar of engine of the man's Lamborghini, and then slings her backpack on her shoulder and leaves the house for school.

In school, Nadine was always bullied because she lives only in a foster home and has no real parents. Also, they teases her of being a very puny girl with nothing to defend herself with.

Today was very different.

At lunch, Nadine seats herself on her usual table just for one. Enviously looking around the tables full of friends, she picks up her paper bag containing her lunch and begins to eat.

A couple of rich, stuck-up girls pass her table and abruptly stops.

"Hey, freak. Are you dumb enough to stay in this school where you have no friends?" The first girl, her long blonde hair swaying, sneered. Her friend laughed in a high-pitched tone.

Nadine ignored the tease. Instead, she ate the salad she secretly whipped up for herself.

"I had eaten my lunch, Stacey." The first girl spoke loudly. "But I'm still very hungry. Would you mind sharing your salad with us, freak?" She grabs Nadine's Tupperware and runs away with her friend, Stacy, laughing.

Suddenly, Nadine, despite her quiet nature, felt a surge of anger and stands up.

"Hey Louella!" She shouts, fire in her eyes. When the girl, whose name must be Louella, turns, an arc of dark energy hit her, and the Tupperware that she had took from Nadine flew in the air and lands on Louella's face, a mix of lettuce and tomatoes.