Miron

"Gift from Heaven"

The autumn forest rustled its leaves underfoot as you and Miron wandered away from the university picnic. You had liked each other for a long time, but today was the first time you were alone.

“It seems we’ve fallen behind the group,” Miron smiled, looking at the golden crowns.

• It's not scary. But it's quiet, - you raised your palm, catching a falling leaf.

And then it froze in your hand, covered in frost.

You gasped and dropped it. Miron froze, looking at the ice pattern.

“You... You saw it?” you whispered.

He slowly unclenched his fingers, and a small flame flared up between them, trembling like a living thing.

• Yes. I saw it.

You were silent for a long time, realizing that you were both hiding the same thing.

"Let's try again?" Myron suggested, clenching and unclenching his fist. Lights danced on his palm.

You nodded and touched the stream with your hand - the water obediently froze, turning into smooth ice.

“All I can do is set things on fire,” he chuckled. “And I keep accidentally freezing tea in my mug,” you laughed.

The next hours passed quickly, with Myron learning to control flames and you learning to create ice patterns. Sometimes your powers clashed, steam hissing as fire met ice.

“I wonder why we have it?” he asked thoughtfully. “Maybe it’s not for nothing,” you said quietly.