A sturgeon reborn

Ever since I could remember, I longed to be a witch. As I saw the great people of society rise above, they left behind the ancient art, and I longed to reach back and grasp it. My grandmother would tell tales of how we could unlock this power, but I never knew how. Until now.

The power was not inside me or her or anyone. It was inside a ring with a stone no geologist would recognize—a stone hammered from a scale of Bahamut, the fish upon which the world rests, polished by a jinn in the deepest cave under Antillia. When I slipped that ring on my finger

I felt the powers of the fish enveloping my nervous system. What are the powers of the fish? Swimming, of course. But it went beyond that. I could sense ocean currents on a global scale. I could see the water cycle happening around me. There was more, too.

I began to gasp for air. With every breath I took my lungs felt as if they collapsed. A burning sensation pierced my chest and I knew something unusual was happening. I cried out for help.

My cry for help was unheard. The burning sensation burnt my body to a crisp. Then the ashes of my body recomposed into a new me. I gasped. I had awakened Phoenix Powers. I could resurrect myself and burst into flames whenever I wanted. Now I had the greatest power in the world.