The key they’d given me still fit the lock, but the house no longer felt like home. It was now a place I hated, a place I kept away from.

But I couldn’t just leave forever.

Part of me wanted to, but the other knew I needed to find out more answers.

All I knew now was that the family that I had been adopted into, the family that had graciously given me a key and welcomed me into their home. The family that made this place feel like _my _home. Wasn’t who they seemed.

They were killers.

They killed off those like me—those who had the ability to manipulate the powers of the earth amd use it for their adavantage.

Tamers—what they are called—said to be able to tame the wilderness and use it in their favor. I had always known that I was different, but had only recently discovered my ancestors were Tamers—and therefore, so was I.

And the family I am now apart of? They have been killing off Tamers like me, burying them in their backyard like they never even existed at all.

Maybe it was all apart of their plan.

Take me, the heir to the throne of Mother Earth, and kill me slowly so that they can discover where the other Tamers are.

Well, I am not going to tell them.

Partially because I don’t know myself, but still, even if I did.

I now have to descover my true past, before the present I now live in, destroys my future.