Sticks and stones may break their bones. (Morna Only)

[Garza]

Alone did I sat.

Sitting on a peninsula that stuck out into a bed of lava. Each planet had volcanoes. And it was rather easy for me to find them. Being a shaper meant that I could easily find heat and other aspects of it. Sitting down on the Blackened ground, I wore a pair of ripped jeans, a singed tanktop with a leather biker vest that had printed on the back a single word that I liked to live by, Prophet. As much as I was not one, I considered myself like them as I trained in abilities that very few people knew. Fire, air, lighting. I hoped to learn more.

Here I decided to warm up on my abilities of a shaper. First by moving the air around me to supercool the lava that was inches from my feet. Setting my hands down on the rocks that were now a dark and scummy liquid of very high viscosity. Letting my hand heat up to tempatures that would make the hull of a starship melt, did I reheat the surface of the lava for it to continue the process of the rock cycle.

I smiled as I closed my eyes. Letting images of the planet enter my head. I could flow lava, I could shape smoke, change fire, and redirect the wind itself. Now I wanted to move the ground beneath my feet.

 

[Garza]

Seeing as how I could control the other elements, I needed to control this one. With the power of the ground I could do many things that could have been thought of impossible. Even making a simple pillar would be fine. I just needed to find out how to tap into the planet. I didn't want to grab to much for me to lift. If I did, I would over exert myself and die. I had to take baby steps.

I breathed in and out for what seemed hours. Not moving at all. I continued to force myself to feel deeper and deeper in the planet's crust. Reaching far to feel what caused the planet to move and to tremble with quakes. I would force myself deep into the planet to discover its secrets.