“Talk,” I said with obvious aggression. “I told you I would tell you everything but not all at once.” The voice said emerging as a male made of fire. “Wait are you speaking English instead of Greek?” “Yes, because I want your friend out there to understand this. So what question do you want me to answer for this situation?” He said while he started to look more human. “Why can I understand Greek but Amya can’t and who are you?” “I am afraid that is 2 questions but since they are so intertwined I will answer both. Which one do you want to be answered first?”

He is soon in a pair of black jeans and a leather jacket. “How about the fact of who the hell are you?” “I go by many names; Hi, Fotiá, ahi, tine, but just call me Fotiá. I am of a race known as the Givers. There is one per element. Now to answer your other question, all four of you have a ’mental illness or functional disorder. You have dyslexia and that enables you to understand Greek but Amya has asthma which allows her to breathe in water. But the others do not have it too good.

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The one of the earth has Autism and the one of the air has Dissociative Identity Disorder. But this is all for now.” I was back out of my mind space and I saw Amya clutching an inhaler. “Did you hear that?” I asked “Yes. Yes, I did.”