"Are you alright?" The boy asks.
Cierra stands unsteadily, nodding. He turns the flashlight off. "I saw your picture in the newspaper. Apparently you can use fire, yes?"
"I-I don't know... I just kinda got angry and... Well, fire appeared..." Cierra replies, unsure of how to explain. "That's basically what happened..."
"If people see you, they'll freak. Stay low, stay undetected. Here." The boy pulls out a hat, some glasses, and a jacket. "Put these on."
Cierra does as told, and the jacket is too big for her, but it'll do. The boy walks off, and Cierra follows. The two walk for a while, and then they come across a small building, almost like a mini workplace. The boy unlocks the door and walks inside, motioning for Cierra to follow. She does as told, and walks in, closing the door behind her. The boy sits down. "Welcome, to my home. You'll find everything you need here. Rest up. You're looking kinda tired.
Cierra was pleased to find some decent people around her. She was cautious, however, because no random person would take up a fire-girl from the streets who fell asleep in an alleyway. "Y-Yeah. Sure." Cierra lays down, and tries to sleep. "By the way, you aren't the only one with abilities like yourself."
At this, Cierra had fallen asleep, a billion thoughts flooding her mind like a dam just broke.
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Unbroken
FantasyCierra, an eighteen year old teenager with an unatural ability given to her by a mystical creature. It had disappeared, and she has been released into the human world, unknowing of what is lying ahead.
