"If you can turn off love like a light switch, you were never in love at all love is like a candle, it can burn forever if you are prepared to give back as much as you have taken ignore it and it will burn out, but it takes a LONG time"
-Jo Tromans
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*Evanna's POV*
7 years after I exceled in my skills with fire , here I stood remembering each and every moment of my life, and thinking again that why did it have to be me, why me to lose my family, friends, support, happiness. But I never really did get a reply.
The moment I was thrown off to the streets Free found me, one among the other 4 people who had the ability, she could control wind.
And later we both together helped each other in learning and practicing.
The aim was to find the rest of the water and earth users, and protect ourselves from the crusaders who use dark magic to kill and unbalance the circle.
In the hope of finally finding something or someone we entered England.
The city was quiet and amusement for us. filled withlots of colors, culture, skill but not who we were looking for.
It was time to leave and but by the looks of the sky rolling off of lightning, a thunderstorm was approching. Free loved thunderstorms, she practically lived for them. But for me they are quiet a different story. Me being a fire user and rain did not mix well together. It weakens me to a certain extent that leaves me immobile for a short period of time. I despised it.
Walking or more like running away from the heavy sheets of water pouring down, we made our way to a small tavern looking for food and a place to eat something decent.
Free sat across from me munching down on a big loaf twice the size of her face, looking at me with big grey eyes that had amusement dancing in them, and I wondered what I did to get such affection from her when everyone I knew turned their backs on me like I was nothing.
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(A.N): This chapter is also very tiny but it had to written! so sorry!!
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Burn
Fantasy"I cannot do it Misha" "Yes you can, just concentrate" I closed my eyes "Focus. Bring your anger out" "Think of all those things that the people you use to call parents and friends did to you" "Think of what he did." he whispered. All I could see...
