Spectrum by Iryna Kaban

 I am lucky.

No, I’m extremely lucky to get into this school. The mentors saw potential in me, and I should prove that I'm worthy. But the three months have passed since I arrived here, and I have no result. Nothing at all, when almost everyone of undetermined got their destination  after one month maximum.

I should have told what's the school it is. Our world consists of humans and, well, humans with some powers, society calls them gifted. They are born with their powers, but some of us, humans can be that special too and develop the abilities in special schools for gifted children. You are chosen if mentors or instructors saw you can have the talent.

They are just like us, but additionally to the main subjects, they learn about and practice theurgy. Students are divided into five fractions by their powers: Controllers have the ability to regulate the elements of nature like fire, water, air and soil, all the four elements; Healers can cure diseases and wounds, Warriors are hyper strong, dexterous an as hard as nails; Telepaths can read minds, move subjects and affect on subconscious and finally,  Sensors, who can see future and are sensitive to smell, sounds and visuality. 

They have lots of powers, every student has a little difference, but what is common (that`s why they are divided into fractions) it's the colour. Controllers have mellow-fossil colour of their magic, Healers - green-sky, Warriors – scarlet-mahogany, Telepaths – blue and Sensors – Pearl River.

I attended all the lessons, I actually did well at major subjects and theory, but not practising. I feel empty, and that's what others say. Yeah, maybe mentors made a mistake, and I'm just a human. 

We have a lesson together today; all the students will interact with each other. And I…I will be standing and watching as always, I am not gifted. I wonder when they will throw me out.

I see how their coloured smoke of magic plays in the light of sun rays, how they perform. It's beautiful. I wish, wish I could do even the smallest thing.

Now is my turn, I should try to express the power if I have one. Everyone is waiting, it's a part of practising for everyone, and for undetermined too. I try to feel something. The weak green-sky image appears. Me and mentors breathe out with relief. I am capable of something. My emotions tear me apart and the smoke becomes brighter and brighter. I am a healer.

I am reading a book in my room, happy that I am worthy. Tomorrow is my first day of healing practice, I need to be prepared.

***

I stay in front of Jyna, she cuts her arm and I should try to heal her. It's not hard, a week in camp of healers, and I am one of the best students. I start, but I can't help her, the wound stays open bleeding, I feel surprised and scared. I have the power, what happens, I start to worry, everyone is watching.

“ Just concentrate, it can happen, we should learn” – someone says from behind.

I concentrate as hard as I can. And… I hear the thoughts. Jyna`s thoughts. The blue smoke appears in my arms.

‘What the… can someone have two powers? ”

“ Maybe, but a human…” – guys start  whispering.

I feel a lot of sights on me. Uncomfortable. I start being nervous and trembling. The little rose tree near us starts to ablaze.

“Who could do that,” I ask myself.

Then I see. Me. It was me. The mellow-fossil smoke in me hand says that.

“ What am I”

“Spectrum”

No one said it. No one but my mind. How could I know it? The sensitivity. I am Sensor, and Controller, and Healer and…oh my… I am everything.

All the colours and even more. The spectrum.

“Young lady, I think we should have a conversation” – a voice of school director sounds in air. I nod, and we go out of the training field.

..to be continued…