"You're like me." Those were the first words out of Kylee's mouth. Her jay-blue eyes turned ice-blue and twisting her hand, ice faintly floated on her fingertips. She held it there for a second or two, then nearly collapsed from exhaustion.

"Yes, I'm like you. But I'm fire, and you are ice."

"How come I can't hold it as long as you."

"Practice."

"If I practice will I get ice or fire? How come you are fire? Are there others like us?" The questions just kept coming.

Kai didn't seem overwhelmed. "You'll always get ice, that's your light. I'm fire because that's my light. Yeah, there are others, but they might have different light."

"What's that light thing you keep talking about?"

"Imagination. Creativity. Light. Call it what you want." Causally, Kai started juggling fireballs.

"How are you just casually juggling fireballs? That's just really weird- and random. And, that must take energy. How are you doing that."

"It's simple. I just take heat from the air. Science, blah blah blah, that's all it is."

"Okay, that's cool. But how do you control and get that much power- you called it light- without getting exhausted."

"As I said, seven letters, P-R-A-C-I-C-E!"

"Uh, it's eight letters and you spelled it wrong, but okay. How do I practice?"

"Just keep trying to hold it as long as possible- without overtiring yourself," Kai suggested. "Then you can control it more."

"Kai! Come here right this instant and clean the dishes, for the last time!" 

"Sorry, that's my mom. Gotta go!"

"One last thing. Who do you know who has this light also? And what power do they have?"

"It's a great coincidence. We live right next to another one."

"Who?"

"Lily."