Electra 1 - How it Begin

I woke up in a dark room. It had lightning bolts down the walls and storm clouds on the ceiling. I wasn't sure if it was to mock me or not. I could barely see my hand in front of my face. I needed to see someone I recognized. I looked around for Tommy. I whispered his name, but nothing. I tried louder, still nothing. I tried again and got a reply. He came and sat with me. When I tried to get up, I found a chain around my ankle. I could only stretch a bit before it got tighter. When it got tighter, pain shoot through my leg. I cried out. Blood came from beneath the chain. Tommy put his arms around me and I cried. I wanted to be at home in bed. It didn't make sense, nothing did. I couldn't stop crying, especially for Blades. He must be worried, scared and confused. I wished I hadn't gone off in the first place. I could be at home hearing the rest of who I am, telling Blades the truth about our family. I cried and cried. I felt a little embarrassed because I was crying. A couple hours later the doors opened. A light was put on and I could see clearly what the room looked like. The colours were brighter, and everything else was the same. Three boys got shoved into the room and three bigger men followed. "I thought we had a deal? You stop shoving me, and I stop giving you a rain cloud?" The youngest boy said. The bigger man he was looking at suddenly got a stormy rain cloud over his head. I started to laugh. The three guards turned and walked away locking the door behind them. They did keep the light on though. My chain became undone with a click and I got up. I trusted Tommy. I didn't know why though. He seemed to know the other boys fine. I stayed in the corner remembering how much I wanted and needed Blades. Finally, Tommy looked at me. I didn't want to leave where I was but I wanted to know what was going on. He pointed at each of them and said their names. They looked similar, but each had a different shade of black hair so it eventually became brown. The youngest was Loki and my twin brother. "She isn't Electra." Loki said. "She can't be or she would have been able to heal by now." He said looking at my ankle and head.

"Well she doesn't know how. You put a spell on her to make her forget about magic, remember?" Replied Tommy.

"There's only one way to see, her wrist. If she is Electra, she should have the mark of the twin." Alex said. Loki grabbed my arm and pulled the sleeve up. He looked at the mark on my arm. "Let go, that hurts." I said. He still didn't let go. The mark on my wrist started to glow and a lightning bolt shoot out of my hand and hit him and he fell on the ground. "If I remember rightly, Electra always used to knock you on your feet when she throws a lightning bolt at you." John said.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to hurt you." I said quickly. I saw what he could do and I didn't want that happening to me. The boy on the floor stared at me. I stared back, trying to read his emotions. His face gave nothing away and I made sure mine didn't either. After a while, he started to laugh. I was confused. Was he laughing at me? And what did I do that was worth laughing about? Loki got up and hugged me. "Now we need to get your memory back. Repeat these words. Memory returnees back when the storm wailed; give me back the real Electra Storm." He said. We all repeated it 3 times and there was a storm in the room. It was the same kind of storm that destroyed my house years ago. The only way to stop the storm was for me to be hit by lightning. Would I be hit by lightning again? I got scared as the clouds spread to the whole of the room. The boys were around me in a circle. I couldn't run and then lightning started. I remember lightning hit the boys and then I saw a yellow flash come down to me. I didn't faint or anything similar to that, I felt powerful. I was in no pain at all and I was smiling. I saw the story my parents had told. It was true. How we cast a spell and I feel into a coma. I could see what I was thinking in the coma, and I was with my brothers, in a cave and then some people came. The same people that had come for me earlier. They all put up a good fight and I had to go back into the coma. I woke up and couldn't remember anything. We cast the spell as the people came for them.