Child Of Fire

Prologue

The last thing I remember is my mother trying to kill me. And before you freak out, I'm used to it. I'm dangerous, and as my mother often liked to remind me 'a freak'. Why does she call me that, you may ask? Well, 14 years ago, my mother gave birth to a healthy baby girl- me. Then the doctors gave her a crushing piece of information. The part of my brain that interpreted the things my eyes saw had not entirely developed, and I would be blind. Forever. Ever since then, my mother has hated me.

One other thing- I was born with powers. You must think that I'm crazy at this point, but hear me out. My father is from Muspelheim, the old Norse realm of fire. I know it's crazy, but my mother fell in love with him, and had his baby. Soon after I was born, my father died. He had been sent to Earth on a mission, and disobeyed direct orders. He was not supposed to get attached, but he did. So, the ruler of Muspelheim sent some of his soldiers to bring my father home, where they killed him. Or so my mother says. I never believe a word that comes out of her mouth except the words 'I hate you'. It's depressing, but I've learned to tune her out.

If you believe me at this point, then you might be wondering what kind of powers I have. Well, it's kind of hard for me to explain, since I've never seen it. But, I have the same powers as my father, being able to create and manipulate fire.

Back to what I was saying earlier, the last thing I remember is my mother trying to kill me. I had heard the swish of her taking a knife out of the knife block, and I panicked. When that happens, I start to heat up until I'm covered in flames. I heard her scream, and everything after that was a blur. I don't remember when I passed out, I only know I passed out because I woke up. I woke up to the sound of footsteps. I started to panic again, but I did my best to stay as calm as I could. I didn't know that I was the only person who survived the fire in our six floor apartment building. I just knew that I couldn't mess up again or my mother would definitely kill me while I was asleep. I didn't see her burned corpse, I only heard about it in the news. The only thing I saw was pitch black, which is the only thing I've ever seen, and the only thing I will ever see.

So, in a way, I guess I was lucky that day. Sure, people are scared of me now, but I'm not living with that horrible woman who called herself my mother. I would be getting a new family, a better family. I just didn't know that yet.