𝘼𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. Born with fire within her veins. Power crawled under her skin and flowed through her blood. She could level a building with a single thought, create her own army with only a blink of her eyes. She was dangerous, she was reckless, and maybe a bit of a smart ass but most of all,
she was scared.
She never meant to kill them. A young, four year old girl, whose only ambitions were to pick flowers in the garden behind her home or watch the birds that soared across the bright blue sky through her window. She loved the birds. She hoped she could soar like them too one day.
She never meant to harm anyone. Especially those who she loved most, but she was scared. She always lost control when she was scared.
Her mother used to call them gifts. She called her special. Said that what she could do was beautiful. She would listen to her mother tell her stories about an old legend of a warrior. How he had a gift too, the gift of immortality, and how he fought bravely against armies in order to protect those who he loved. Her mother told her that she was named after him.
