There was once a little girl called Emma. She had long,brown hair and chestnut eyes. She was 9 years old. She had lots of friends and had everything she wanted to have. But she desired one thing, Powers... Each day she would sit by her bed, wondering how to get powers. She looked up on Infinite  and checked how to get them. Did any of the spells work... NO! It was just fake. And how fake things made Emma feels angry. " RAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH"

she screamed. It was NOT a nice sight for her mother. "Darling what happened. Did you do those ''spells'' again. How many times must I tell you. They do not work! You should know it by now!". Emma apologized to her mother and closed her eyes. 'How am I supposed to get powers if these so called ''spells'' don't work. It is not fair, fairies and mermaids have them, so why can't I. I feel like Oliver Twist. He wants more ''sludge'' but he doesn't get it... What should I do?'

She slowly drifted into a sleep... She dreamt about ice and fire, plants and the dark. Different types of powers.