Alrighty, I gave this a shot. Somehow, it's 500 words exactly.
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A crack of thunder was not what I expected to hear after reaching out my hand for my mother. Sure, there were a few clouds in the sky, and it was nearing that stormy season, but it was extremely unlikely for that same sound to be paired with the electrocution of the bandit near my mother. Right before my eyes, the stubbled and smelly man collapsed in a fried corpse. The area around him was sizzling.
At first, I thought it was the work of the gods. Had my family’s prayers protected us? We were a humble lot. In this unknown town, there weren’t many things to do, and we were so far off the trail that there were almost no visitors. Traders and merchants never found the trip to be worth it, and bandits were near unheard of, with there being basically no treasure to take. In fact, why were these bandits even here?
Regardless of the reason, I had no time to think, as the rotund friend of the charred man came barreling towards me. Being the unconfrontational person that I was, all I could do was shield my body with my arms, waiting for whatever pain would come to grace me. Yet, again, I heard that crack of thunder.
Again? The big-bellied goon now looked more like a pile of dough. Eugh. That was not a pleasant sight, but I could endure it. What in the heavens was happening?
I looked down at myself to see if I was alright, only to notice that my hands were blue and sparkly. Oh dear. Was I the one who threw those bolts? And if so, how did that even work? If I was anybody else, I would have freaked out by now. Hearing the wavered voice of my mother call out to me, I paid them no mind and rushed to her. I noticed that the other bandits had fled.
“Mother, are you alright?”
“Yes, honey, but your hands, and those sparks and sounds, what did you do?”
“I… I’m not entirely sure…”
Going from Mother’s statements, I was indeed the wielder of the lightning. This was entirely an anomaly. Elemental powers existed only in children’s fables of old. And even then, those powers were granted to nobility and other figures of high stature. An uncultured and impoverished peasant like myself would not even dream of such ability.
Something was clearly amiss. If this was anything like the fables, then people with power such as this would have annoying problems that exceeded far beyond bandit raids and a lack of money. Things like power struggles and worlds of red tape. I had read up on the royal capital, as I had planned to work there to send money back to the village. If someone, anyone, caught wind of my ability, then I would be hunted faster than a rabbit. Sighing to myself, I decided to immediately rescind that dream. I’m not dealing with that life. I’ll just stay here.