Personal Narrative: The Elementalist

President DJ Brackish was furious as he made his way to the oval office in a trot. How dare someone come into the White House and attack his security in his office. With the description he received he could guess pretty close to who was responsible, Anna Freeman. That little girl had another thing come if she thought she could attack the capital of her own country and get away with it. If she thought killing Y and stilling Estallia’s child was the worst of it, she was way off. He didn’t bring any secret service men will him knowing that would only make the situation worst. He regret it however as he reached the door to his office. One of his security guards laid on the floor dead from what appeared to be a broken neck. He kicked the limp body
My race was even more advance than the normals today until we died out two thousand years ago from inbreeding and disease. The pures are a modified version of the Elementalist being more tolerable to the inbreeding and diseases that killed my race,” Desmine varied on his topic. “So you claim that you made the pure race,” Brackish pieced together what he said, “So does this mean that this business we have is you getting revenge for the destruction of your creation.” “No, I wanted to the pures to die. Not only did it lead to my release but they only made the same mistakes my people made even after giving them a fighting chance,” Desmine explained, “However, I do still want my people’s genies to live on but I have found a better way through the impures. There is one particular impure that interest me, my perfect creation. That is where our common goal comes into play with Anna Freeman.” The name he said shocked Brackish, someone else was after his broodmare, “What do you want with Anna Freeman?” “The same thing you desire to breed her to make a perfect army of impures that will show normals their place. In your cause it would be other governments and world