***Thank you so much to the editing skills of my lovely girl Sarahhlb12 she helped me edit the first chapter I am forever grateful

"Kyane, you need to go to training already!" Mom yelled from the kitchen.

"I’m coming mom! I need to finish something." I put my concentration back on my butterfly. Since this morning I've been trying so hard to make this stupid butterfly almost realistic. I’ve put all my effort to make the outside real, but I can't manage to give it imaginary organs so it can fly. I've learned to make the outer shell appearance. But I can't.



"Come on stupid butterfly." I whispered in frustration, still nothing.

"Ugh." I slap the butterfly making it vanish into thin air. I grab my bag from my bed and run downstairs to the kitchen. As soon as I walk in, our cat jumps on top of me making me almost swallow his fur.

“Ah Loki." I firmly hold him in my hands before gently laying him on the floor.



"Sweetie you need to eat fast; your dad will be here any minute now." My mom flipped the waffle, while I went to grab the gallon of milk. 



"Yeah, yeah Mom." I place the milk on the table and discreetly make a cup appear. Now I can make non-living objects appear, but not simple small living beings. I guess I just need practice.

Well, I might as well introduce myself. My name is Kyane Krowler, daughter of a number one champion mix martial arts father and an amazing five star cook mother. You can say I got the violent personality of my father, but sadly, I didn't get any cooking abilities from my mother. I swear I can't even boil water.

Anyway, I have no idea how it happened but it just did. I was raised with an amazing ability that no one in my family has - the ability to create illusions. Which so far has been amazing; the first time I realized I could make illusions was when I turned five. I accidently wished for a water park themed birthday, and I sort of made it happen by making it appear from thin air right in front of our house. While all of the kids were gawking at my unexpected surprise, all of the parents were inside chit chatting about who knows what, probably boring parent stuff like usual. But, by the time the parents came out, the water park disappeared much to my dismay.

I eat my waffle and then go with my dad to practice

*****

"Kyane you’re not paying attention to practice." My dad blocks my flying kick, not that, that was unusual.



"I'm just tired." I only half lied. My mind was just slightly preoccupied at the moment. While my dad is holding my leg I jump up to try and kick him with the other. Again he blocks the attack and I successfully land on my knees. Well done Kyane, well done (note the sarcasm).

“Why on earth would you be tired so early in the morning?” He was about to drop kick me when I flip away. Bet he didn’t see that one coming.

“Gee Dad maybe because you kept me awake until 3, with your soap opera.” We continue to practice. Even when the only thing I was doing was blocking every move. This made my dad irritable and made his blows even more powerful.  It didn't matter to me since in a twisted way I was practicing my defense.

“Kyane… I want you to take this practice serious.” My dad abruptly stops and moves away to grab his towel.

“Dad I don’t want to offend you but you know exactly why I agreed to practice with you. And if I’m not mistaken you told me it was fine.” My dad stops moving.

At first I didn’t want to practice mix martial arts, because I’m a girl first of all, and I knew that guys around my age would get intimidated with a girl that can practically kick their ass. Not that I don’t already intimidate guys with my dad’s background, but still it stings. After so many times of begging, my dad and I came to an agreement. I would be willing to practice only for the sole purpose of defending myself when the time is needed. Although through the years I could tell how much my dad wanted me to grow a love to fighting. Even though that has not happened, in his eyes I can see that’s what he is hoping. In all fairness it probably won’t ever happen.

“Go and get me a beer.” He walked away and slammed the door of his office. Yes, I feel sad for my dad. But he shouldn’t complain, I mean my mom hasn’t complained that her only daughter doesn’t know the difference between a teaspoon and a tablespoon and that’s not even an exaggeration.

I walk out of my dad’s gym and start wandering off. I know it’s not his fault, but I just feel frustrated at times. I have this amazing gift and I don’t even have the guts to tell my own family about it. It’s not about the lack of trust that I don’t tell them it’s just me. I have a weird gut feeling inside warning me to keep this a secret. Maybe a ‘survival instinct’ is a better way to describe it.

“HELP!” a girl’s cry snapped me to reality. A little girl was stuck on the road, with a piano on top of her.

“Please. Help me.” I look to the sides and I see a car coming towards her. As fast as I could I ran to the girl sides and tried to lift up the piano.

“I don’t want to die!” Everything that happened after that slowed down. I managed to pick up the piano over my head. Grab the girl’s arm and pulled her away from the street onto the sidewalk. Just when I was about to react the car was one inch in front of me. It was too late.