The more powerful I become the less human I feel. I began messing with plant life and the trees that were burned by a neighbor I healed. I put my palms to the roots of the trees and I began feeling the life inside of the earth. It vibrates through my fingertips and the more I focused the more life I could pull to those roots. I pored as much as I could into the first tree and then I left it for the night. The next day I went to repeat this the tree had already began growing out of the ashes. The earth was easy to grasp. Fire was the hardest. I was messing with a candle, when I willed the energy to flow with my fingers it grew so big I had to put it out. The flame was uncontrollable. Fire was going to be the last to control. I went into a few witch shops but no answers or even any hints. The spells were useless, and the rocks they sold had no energy inside. The runes, the tarot, the necklaces.. I felt no energy. I left it alone. I came across something ancient on the web that I felt some connection to. I researched it and where it came from and I found the connection. The oldest pottery had caught my attention because it was made from the energy that now flows through me. I could sense that it was special. When I connected to the energy and I felt how filled with it the pottery was, I could almost see images of the person who created it using their energy. The matter had changed, mutated almost from them touching it with their power. I had to find out more.