[ WP ] A girl gains the power to bring images to life by breathing on them . How did she get it and/or how does she use it ?

*Fuck, this is boring, * Lissa thought, looking down at her sketchpad. The voice of her history professor echoed in the auditorium but it did n't matter how loud he was, he was still boring. Not a conducive atmosphere to good art. *Nope, * she thought, *No use bringing this one to life. * The sad little fairy she'd sketched looked back at her from the paper. The lines meant to organize her notes looked like pale blue prison bars, trapping the pathetic creature. It was like it knew what it was missing out on. But that was silly, it was never alive at all. 
 
 Lissa flipped back, looking at other sketches born of boredom. They never had the same spark as the one's she freed. Maybe it was n't even her doing it, it was the spark. But she knew it was her. *Nine forty-five, * so close to freedom. Lissa began packing her books. Already in her bag was her real sketchpad, her latest creation almost finished. 
 
 Finally back in her room, Lissa pulled the thin pad from her bag. She could n't work on these in class, they deserved much better. She was just finishing coloring this one... *Done, * she thought, looking down at the dragon gliding across the page. His scales were all shades of the ocean, greens and blues, and his wings transparent like a flies. He was beautiful. Lissa hopped off the bed and stuck the open sketchpad to the wall with the magnets she had affixed to the back of it. Closing her eyes, she leaned forwards and breathed. Not the same as blowing, Lissa let out a steamy hot breath from the bottom of her lungs, pushing until she felt light-headed. *One more time, * she thought, still not opening her eyes. She released another breath and this time she knew it was done. The energy she channeled had burned the lights out again, but this one was so beautiful she had forgotten to turn them off. It happened often enough, Lissa had never been very popular so she made her own friends; she never questioned how she was able to do this. 
 
 Lissa carefully made her way across the room, not wanting to hit anything in the darkness. Pulling apart her black out curtains let in a stream of sunlight, unfiltered by clouds or trees it lit the room. There on her bed post was her exquisite creation. Its scales glimmer in the light and as she smiled it spread its gossamer wings and began to fly towards her. Lissa stretched out her hand but her eyes were pulled away from the shimmering dragon to the black streaks on her arm. Lissa looked back and the dragon was gone, it was just her arm, black and red and full of holes. 
 
 Reality came swirling back around her outstretched arm. The windows were shut, her sketchpad was on the floor, her arm was bleeding, and she was in bed. Lissa sobbed as she looked down at the empty syringe on her lap. It was gone again. Her special gift was gone.
