The sound of waves could be heard as the delicate girl walked along the shore. She wore a slim, strapless cyan top that stopped just above her stomach, and deep blue worn shorts that were three or four inches above her knees. Her feet were bare, and her toes were colored with lavender nail polish. Up her right leg was a spiraling navy tattoo that seemed to move as she took each step. But even with her young look, there was something off about her.
The look in her eyes said that although she wasn't even a young adult, she had experienced more than most had throughout their lives. They were filled with hints of sorrow, and knoweldge that one of such an age should never have, as if she had seen things that weren't meant to be seen, and experienced events that one should never have to endure.
Cast out by her own mother after only three short years. And it wasn't because she was a bad daughter, it wasn't because of what she did, or said, or looked like. It was simply her. When she was born, her own father disapperared, and not under mysterious circumstances. He simply said good-bye, and left her mother all alone with a newborn pup. He had said he wasn't the kind of guy to stick with any one woman, especially not her mother. And although he never said it, it was obvious even to the girl that he resented both she and her mother for their powers, even if at the time he knew nothing of her own. All he knew was that he wans't dating a normal woman, and didn't like to stick with any woman for a long period of time, much less one that could control fire.
And that was when the problems started. At first, she had shown no signs of possessing any powers like her mothers, and although they were both okay with it, she could easily tell that her mother wasn't. And then, one day, when she came home to her mother who was mad at her for no reason, she finally lost it. It hadn't been easy, the life she led. She went to school, she worked, and she supported herself. For Zu'hai's sake, she was a fourteen year old girl! And most fourteen year old girls didn't have to fend for themselves. But that afternoon, she found her 'gift', and accidentally used it. And on her own mother. Shaking her head, she threw her hands up, and water suddenly blasted out. But because of the amount of power it took at the time, she fainted.
She woke up to an angry, sopping wet mother. Of course she wasn't pleased that her own daughter controlled the opposite of her own element, but that didn't call for the measures she took. That night, she told her to pack her bags and leave. It was a shocker, but it didn't really matter. And from that day on, she wandered the lands, never stopping, never looking back.
And now, here she was. Sa'fir Coast, world's largest pepper deposit, as many locals joked. Cousin to the Dead Coast as well. But it was one of the only places she felt at home. Surrounded by her element, litterally. Sure, there was Idalani Falls, Jawan, but none of those felt like where she was that moment. At home, at a safe place. That's how she felt.
She was named Torrent, a well deserved name seeing as her element was water. Ever since she was kicked out by her mother, she wandered aimlessly, practicing her element. At least, that was until recently. A few weeks back, she was in a local bar, and coming out, someone tried to mug her. Not thinking, she make an arrow out of pure water, and launched it at the man. It solidified on contact, and killed the man. But, she didn't mind. And now, she worked as a killer. Why, well, that's not really an easy answer. Perhaps it was because she enjoyed it, or because she just didn't have anything else to do in the first place. Regardless, she was taking a break from it all, and had ended up here.
She sat down cross-legged. breathing in the salty sea air. As the tide surged forward and washed over her bare legs, there was a look that passed over her face. One that was rarely ever seen. One that a person could only obtain when they were in total peace, with themselves, and the outside world. And where she sat now, that was the place.
