Emmy’s perspective

On the ride to the building I was standing in the lady didn’t say much. I asked for her name and she just gave me a card that said agent Gomez. She had brought me into a large building and lead me to a lower floor that had a large room that seemed to be used for some sort of testing ground.

“Okay now, Emilia,” came a male voice from the intercom, “agent Gomez will be standing by the door. We need you to test a few things for us. If you know how to do anything already please show us. This is for public safety.”

I looked around not able to discern where the voice originated from, there wasn’t any obvious speakers, “so, that’s it?” I asked confused, “what is this? A knockoff Pokémon game? Emmy! use whatever you feel like man!”

I was irritated, I expected them to be a little more organized than this. I received no response so I just focused on the feeling of breathing fire again. It was unpleasant to say the least, it felt like throwing up.

I felt something coming and next thing I know I’m just retching. I cough and regain my composure, man that sucked. I try again, this time retracing my steps like I did the first time I breathed fire. I felt something rose up and I prayed it wasn’t stomach bile again.

A plume of flames erupted from my mouth. It was only a short burst but it was pretty big, this time without trying I felt it rising by itself and another plume erupted.

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I swallowed hard and began to try to control my breathing. Deep breaths, in and out. Okay, I had myself under control again.

“Thank you for the demonstration Emilia,” came the voice, “is there anything else you are able to do?”

I pondered the question, I had only just started to experiment with it before they showed up. The only other thing I could try would be, “I’m not sure I can do it or not but I might be able to heal wounds” I offered.

“Agent Gomez if you could,” the speaker asked.

Footsteps came from behind me as agent Gomez approached. As she got to my side she pulled out a knife, I tried to stop her but instead of cutting her whole hand like I thought she simply poked the end of her finger.

“What? I don’t want a big scar if you can’t do it.” Gomez explained.

I felt a little silly, expecting her to slice her hand open like it was some kind of fantasy story or something. I focused on her finger and tried to remember what Cassie told her. The healing magic was a bit unusual, it wasn’t just imagining the healing with magic or anything. You needed to really want to help the patient, you needed to sincerely want the wound to be healed.

“Tell me it hurts,” I said.

“What?” Gomez asked tilting her head.

“Tell me it hurts,” I repeated, “I need to really want to fix it, I need to sincerely want to help.”

“Ow,” Gomez tried, “it hurts so bad” she said in a monotone.

I ignored the bad acting and did my best to heal her finger, but nothing happened. I was trying my best but in all honesty a little prick on her finger didn’t seem bad at all. I stood in silence for almost five minutes with nothing happening. No matter how I tried to think about it, it just wouldn’t work.

“I’m sorry,” I said defeated, “it doesn’t seem to be working.”

“That’s ok,” Gomez said, “I’ve had plenty worse wounds than a tiny cut.”

I ended up leaving with agent Gomez feeling a little defeated. As I walked beach toward the elevator to head back to my new home I couldn’t help but think about my failure. I really hope Max is doing better than I am.