Because there are a ton of people on this RP and because, well, it's Air, I'm obsessed with this, here's a list of everyone, their characters, and their powers. Obviously there are going to be more people.

Man, this is a long list! 

Katydid -- Ryia -- climbing

Noelle -- Weltrin -- fire

Brookeira -- Rivana -- water

St.Owl -- Nenya -- flight

Somebody -- Arise -- ice

Somebody -- Lyssyra -- emotions

Carolion -- Annis -- speed

Indigo -- Niska -- invisibility

Indigo -- Emi -- gravity

Air -- Rianne -- plants

Will -- Joseph -- navigation

Katie -- Solstice -- animal minds

Alias -- Coral -- telekinesis

Young Writer -- Lupin -- archery 

*Note: This RP is moving really fast! Can I make a request, that everyone does the little character thing at the top so we know who you are? Especially because many people are posting long posts, it gets quite confusing. Thanks!*

Rianne~

My camp is in a shady spot in the center of the forest. I've bent over and woven some saplings together to make a roof, and the stems grow together, making them waterproof. I have a few wicker bowls, and of course some charcoal I've made from burning driftwood. In the bowls I have a few smoked fish I made. My backpack is hanging from the top of my sapling roof, its strap hooked around one branch. 

I reach up and take out my sewing kit, one of the few things I was able to keep when I came here, a few years ago. I thread a needle with a length of raffia and stitch up a tear in the mat that is the door to my lean-to. 

Finished with the repairs, I pull down my backpack. I keep a needle, a length of raffia rope, a net for fish, a piece of breadfruit wrapped in a leaf, my canteen, and a large chunk of charcoal the size of two fists. The rest of the backpack's contents, the extra wood, sewing kit, and knife, I keep in a sack near the back of my shelter. I swing my backpack onto my shoulder and head for the center of the island.

I've worn a few trails throught the forest: the oasis at the island's center, the beach, my camp, and the spot where I collect fruit and seeds, deep in the forest. I follow the most-worn one to the oasis.

It's become our sort of unofficial city center, if this were a city. I see several other prisoners there: Coral, my age and with short blonde hair, is bending over the spring, dunking a bucket in. I open my canteen and join her, filling up my water supply.

"Hi, Coral," I say.

"Morning, Rianne." She lifts her bucket and gulps the water, then starts to refill it again. 

I lift my canteen out of the water and close it, putting it back in my backpack. "How's your morning been?"

"Not bad," she says. She rubs her arms, where I notice lots of scrapes and scratches. 

"Yeouch," I comment. "Did you climb a mountain?" I bite my lip, worried she's not going to like me asking. I duck my head and wind a piece of raffia string around my finger.

~Niska~

The next day I wake up early. I grab my nub of soap and head down to the hot spring. After bathing and dressing, I eat a quick breakfast of an egg and a mango. Still sucking the mango juice off my fingers, I start through the jungle to Ryia's tree top home. Ryia is one of the best of us at survival- she lives in a hut as good as the cheaper apartments in Rythe. Rythe . . . why think of a city such of that on a fine day such as this, even if one is stranded on an island like this, far from civilization? Rythe is hardly civilization, it follows no laws but the 'law' that the most powerful one rules . . . . I shudder, putting Rythe from my mind, and concentrating on nothingness as I find the footholds in the tree. My concious spreads out, following the wind and the leaves. My fingers and hands feel loose as I climb upwards. Coming to the lowest platform, I climb up and walk, my movements gentle and slow, towards the bridge on the right. I have to shuffle along in the shadows of the tree. The bridge is, luckily, shaded. I reach the entrance, look thoughtfully at the door made of dangling blue beads. I kneel on invisible knees and untie one string, then catch two beads and retie it. I take one or two from one, then skip three and take one bead. Then on the last strand, I find it is knotted tightly. My thoughts turn away from nothingness and I can feel the mantle of invisiblity slipping away like a fish on the beach, so I quickly spread my conciousness and think hard of nothingness, of void, of absense of things. Silently I pass through the doorway. I survey the room for things of value, then move to the bowl of nuts. I pick up a few, so little it is highly unlikely she will notice, then pocket an incospicious seashell she has in one corner of the room, almost hidden by a dozen others. I see a bit of spiky, hardened coral behind some other hardened coral and pocket it as well. Then I slip back out of the cabin, and walk, invisible, across the bridge. I climb back down the tree and then, hidden several minutes of walking away in the jungle, let go of my mantle of invisibility with a sigh of relief. 

I decide to go to Nenya's cave next. I had never actually "collected" from her before, only seen her cave when scouting the jungle around for food, but I had noticed an apple tree nearby, and I figured I could grab an apple if the apples there were plentiful or snatch rotton apples to use for bait in traps. Reaching her cave, I see that the apple tree. There aren't very many apples, only a few ripe apples and the rest aren't yet ripe, so I pluck two small, rotten apples. Then I go into Nenya's cave. It is sparse, with a simple bed of leaves and a small basket. Dissapointed, I go back into the jungle and then to the shore. The tidepools there occasosionally have some trinket or even a fish in them, it is always worth checking. In the first tidepool I find a piece of wire, in the second and third nothing, in the fourth . . . a real treasure. A knife, a whole knife, with a sharp blade and a sheathe. I grin delightedly and, sheathing the find, stick it in my pocket. I check the fifth and find that it holds a strand of raggedy rope. I check the sixth, and last, and find that it holds nothing. Feeling chirpy because of my find, I decide to go back to my hut and see what I can do with the stuff I found.

Back in my hut, I pour out all the stuff from my basket of hoarded knick-knacks and my pockets. I start to sort it into things for various uses, putting the half-dozen nuts into my food basket, the bits of wire in one pile, the twine and the rope in another, the seashell, the feather, the beads, and pressed flowers in another, the useful things, like the needle, the knife, and so on. I pick up the pile with the pressed flowers. This pile is pretty things- pretty things I could trade for useful things, bigger and more consipicous useful things I couldn't steal. I consider the beads- they would look best in a bracelet. I pick up a piece of the twine, and twist it's unraveling length tightly until it is slender and hard. I slip the beads on one by one, then tie it together. I put it in my pocket and then look at the other stuff. The seashell would look best with some polishing, but I can't think of any ways to make the pressed flower petals or feather look better, so I polish the seashell and, putting away the mess I made, pocket the stuff I'm going to trade. 

I have stolen goods from Ryia on me, so I can't go to her place. I want to go to someone with good stuff, things worth trading for. I consider, then decide to go visit Coral. 

Annis

After finding the perfect piece of wood, I race back to my hut on the edge of the jungle. It'so a thing like a wooden teepee, with huge branches making up the form and twigs filling the cracks. I sigh as I think of all the beutiful carvings I had to trade away, the people so hungry for something pretty that they'do carry wood for a girl. I enter the hut and grab my whittling knife off the rock that is my table, smiling as I remember stealing it from the guard. The stupid thing didn't even notice it was gone 'til he needed it.

My wood scrap slowly turns into an owl in the night, mysterious and grim. It's alright, but the left wing has a spot that just doesn't look right. I throw it into the pile of things to trade. My next peice becomes a wolf, throwing back his head to howl at the moon. It runs shivers up my spine as I hold it. I carefully place it on the smaller rock beside my bed, along with the two other carvings I've deemed worthy to keep.

Then I plop down on my bed, a straw mattress on a long, flat rock. I close my eyes and envision a sweet, beautiful woman holding a little girl on a big ship. The waves are calm and gentle, the sky a perfect blue. The baby points her chubby finger at a seagull and laughs. Her mother smiles.

Stop it, I tell myself. It's useless to pretend and you have better things to do. She's not coming back.

She's not coming back. I fight away tears, stubbornly refusing to cry, knowing that I will. I lie to myself, saying that my old habits will make me feel better. I think it hard, until I finally start to belive it.

I get off the bed and run, all the way to the village. A few other prisnors nod their heads in acknowledgment, and I feel bad about what I'm about to do.

You. Do. Not. Feel. Bad. For. Your. Victims. I scold myself. But I can't help it. I do.

Where is that old Annis, the one who did what she had to, and did it with pleasure? Was she really the old Annis, though? Or was there one before her, a happy, innocent  girl, who had two parents? My mind wars with itself.

"You alright?" asks a prisnor, seeming a tint disinterested. I nod, turning away. I walk out of the village unbearably slow before I break into a sprint, throw myself on a rock by the shore, and sob.

Joseph~

I took out my bow and an arrow. I carefully aimed it, making sure that it was aimed well, and fired. The arrow flew through the air and hit the target dead center. The large duck fell from the branches and landed with a heavy thud to the ground beneath. I walked over and picked it up.

"Large fellow, ain't cha," I said, walking with my prize back home. I was living not in the village, but in a small 'cottage' out in the middle of the thick woods. It was made out of sticks and mud, pretty crude, but comfortable. I set up a fire to roast the duck on. I plucked it and hung it from a branch over the blaze. I sat back comfortably. It was nice living secluded in the woods, no one around to bother you. (A twig cracking sounded in the woods.) Anyway, it was so quiet, peaceful. (Snap) Secluded. (Crunch) I jumped up, grabbed my bow, and notched an arrow in the same movement.

"Who's there?" I called. There was a rustlinng, and to my amazment a person walked out of the woods. 

~Niska~

I check Coral's home, but she isn't there, so I go back to my hut. In my hut, I notice that the piece of parchment is dry. Instead of having an SOS on it as I thought, it has a message.

Unlock the Enchanted Ship with the Key, it will come out of the bottle and grow in size. It can only hold a few people but can go through every barrier.

I stare at it. The Enchanted Ship? I thought that was just a myth! But it's always worth checking. I think back to wear I found the bottle- just off the coast, in a sort of cave in the coral. Hiding the note, I go racing back to the shore. I have to find that Key!

Lyssyra~

Arise is still asleep. I look around our hut. Woven tightly of grass and leaves, so tightly that it was waterproof, a small dome. The beds had been fresh changed, stuffed with new leaves and tied shut. The blankets of grass covered well and were warm. The table, made of thick layers of stiff leaves and standing on sturdy sticks, had a wooden bowl full of dried fruit and one of preserved meat and fish. I remember trading good fish for those bowls. And there is a hole just big enough for one of us where the door would be. Our entrance tunnels inside the hut. It's more secure that way, because when we leave we kick sand into it and bing bang badda boom, no entrance. There's another one but it doesn't lead out. It leads under.

Under the island. The tunnel, secured with mud so it wouldn't collapse, required you to sit on a leaf and slide down on it. When you popped out the other end, the lava flow was there.

There under the island was actually much more than you might think. The agni, four-hooved animals with slender legs, dewy eyes, shining coats and slender horns, abounded plentiful there, as did the firefruit trees. Firefruit were red and oval, with a texture like that of a ripe peach and they tasted spicy, yet the heat was not cumulative, and sweet at the same time. Similar to a peach dipped in cinnamon, really, and they acquired the beautiful taste that all dried things have when they were dried. We are the only ones that know how to get them, and so the meat of the agni and the firefruit are considered very valuable. Life on the island isn't all that bad, really. I don't want to leave as much as to turn off the spell that limits our powers so. 

I grabbed my hunting spear. Two feathers clung to the shaft, which near the spear end was painted red and white. The spear end was stone, and could be replaced. 

"Arise, arise!" I say, shaking my little sister.

"Humph," she says, but she's smiling.

"Where would you like to go hunting today?"

She grabs her own spear, similar to mine but smaller, and two of our knives, handing me one. "Let us go to the Lava Flow."

We go to the well and fill a grass bottle each, then come back to our hut. When we're inside, we put out a "GONE HUNTING" leaf and kick sand into the tunnel out into the city. Then we grab our slide leaves and jump down the tunnel to the Lava Flow. When we land, we immediately see an agni. We run after it, the agni jumps over the lava flows that we hardly make.

Then I see a lava flow that we'll never make. If the agni makes it over, we'll never catch it! So I throw my knife at the agni catching it in the hindquarters. It cries. We walk over and put it out of its misery. The hide will be good, the meat too, and the horns. There is a grove of firefruit trees nearby. I butcher the agni, throwing the discarded parts into the lava flow, while Arise harvests the frirefruit with her knife. 

Nenya~
Thank goodness my cave is so dim.

I couldn't see Niska, but I watched as the vines parted of their own accord and how footprints appeared in the wet sand. She really has to study her stealth.

Luckily, she only saw my bedroom. She didn't realize that the cave has many other tunnels, burrowing into the island. My storage room; my hideout; my bathroom; the room with the creek; and my skills practicing room.

I have a theory. If we try hard enough, and use what powers we have enough, we will be able to regain our powers. Practice makes perfect, right?
I come out of my hideout and slip into the cavern that holds my training room. A fire is always lit in the corner so I can see, and there are ledges jutting out everywhere for me to grasp on to. The highest I've ever been able to reach is three in one jump. Now I'm trying for four.

I summon all my strength and leap up into the air, my eyes closed. I feel myself ascending. Then my callused hands grasp something.

I open my eyes and look down. There are two ledges below me.

Maybe another day.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Later, I go out to the "city". I enjoy looking at all of the pretties that wash up on this island; at some point, everything does. I peep into a few tidal pools, and I see something astounding.

An otter.

"How'd you get here, you little cutie?" I call to it. 

It cocks its head to one side. Then, to my astonishment, it swims to my feet!

"Hello..." I say, cauctiously reaching down. The otter stays still. My hand meets its head and starts to rub it.

I can't belive my eyes. The otter rolls on its back, just like a dog asking me to rub its belly! I do, and it chirps in contentment.

  "Did something happen to you, buddy?" I say to it. "Why are you acting so strangely?"

It doesn't do anything.

"Well, I'm exploring these tide pools," I say. "You're welcome to join me."
It does. That otter gets me lots of oysters!
Afterwards, back in my cave (that the otter followed me to), I inventory the things I found.

Ten oysters for the otter; some sightly seaweed; a ribbon; a sharp piece of coral; and a chunk of driftwood.

I lead the otter to the room with the spring in it. It gratefully dives in, and I toss it an oyster.

We do that for a while, until the otter opens the oyster and finds something that strikes me dead.

It's a key.

A fire-red key that looks like it is fire, seems like it could burn the whole oyster.

"Bring it to me, buddy," I say to the otter. It contents.

I roll the key over in my hands. Astounded, I get up.

"You can stay here, but I don't need you on my tail all the time," I say to the otter. "Why don't you just live here? It's the perfect place for an otter."
It nods.

"One more thing. I oughta give you a name." I stare at it for a while. "Oscar. The name of my dead father. You'll be Oscar."

~Emi~

Lying in the dark of my cramped dwelling, I think of Ryia. I feel so guilty for leaving her out their in front of her tree, but I had . . . been so tired, it had been hard to enough to force myself to amputate her arm, but it was for the best, it was gnashed up really badly. I can't believe I didn't rush to help her when she got trapped under the jungle cat. I stand up, crawl out of my little hut, and go walking through the forest to Ryia's treehouse. 

When I reach it, I pause for just a minute to stare at the huge tree that reaches to the sky, it's branches spread wide. Bridges and platforms are sprinkled at varying levels; what I can see of each doorway, bridge, cabin, suggests luxury far beyond my hovel. Then I call up, "RYIA?"

~Niska~

I decide to stop collecting for the day and try to use my power, get better at concentrating so hard while at the same time walking, or thinking of something else. I start wandering through then jungle, going vaguely in the deriction of the shore. I let my conciousness spread, reach to touch every corner of the island. I am everything and nothing, I am a small girl in a big world. I glance down. My feet are still making marks on the ground; I also have to work on being stealthy at the same time. I take a deep breath, let it out slowly, try again. I am everything; I am nothing. I feel myself spread out, far, then coming wandering back to myself, standing in the jungle. I start walking, carefully putting my feet so they don't crunch leaves, or snap twigs, or make marks of any kind. I can feel the nothingness, the everything, the walking, the not letting myself snap twigs, all at once. Exelleration fills me. I am doing it! Not as well as before, before the island, back in Rythe, but much better! That thought corrupts the carefully balance; I am myself again, I am me, little girl who is so small in so big of a world.

I try again, concentrate harder. I feel myself spread out like someone shaking a sheet out onto a bed; billowing out even farther than before, spreading into everything and nothing, loosing substance and becoming nothingness, like I could before- and then, just before I do it, my spreading-out self hits the barrier, and I am rushing back inwards again. I push myself back out, not as far this time, but still very good. I can sense everything at once; the wet sand, the salty smell of the waves, something very hot, down deep, a breif vison of Ryia's tree; and I can also sense, more acutely, a small girl, a nothingness but a something, in the jungle, standing there. I am walking; part of me can feel the ground beneath my feet; part of me is everything and nothing, and cannot feel it. Pure joy flows through me, like sticky-sweet honey. I wander down to the waves. The nothingness and everything part of me is tasting something sweet and firy, feeling warmth, feeling the dappled sunlight of the jungle, enjoying the cool deepths of the occean. I feel distant, and dreamlike; I walk down to the water's edge, wander to a rocky cliff that overlooks the sea. I am on a cliff in front of the sea; I am round, small, tight, trapped inside a shell; I am tall, stretching high, reaching upwards; I am a small, fragile, light and strong, feathery and longing to fly. Longing to fly, I leap. I am back as a girl; my body feels so stubbly and awkward, after being everything at once. I am falling, and then hitting the salty water hard, making a huge splash. Sinking, sand swirling, eyes stinging, cloudy water bubbling, I find myself under water, lying on the sand, the cool water all around me. I move my arms, push the water out of in front of me; I am bursting up out of the water, the world feeling so strange and bland and stupid after being everything and nothing.