Prologue

It was a pitch black evening, flames rushed through the land burning everything in sight to a toasted pitch black crisp. In the middle of the flames a 10 year old girl lay crumpled on the ground. Her chest was elevating slowly up and down despite the fact she was lying in a bed of flames that should be filling her lungs with ash and burning her skin, hair and clothes. Yet she sat completely uncharred and perfect. Her eyes closed, her black hair glimmering in the fiery woods.                                                                                                                                                                                  

She groaned her silver eyes beginning to open. She was unsure what was happening but she knew it was bad. Her entire body tingled but it didn’t hurt.

What’s happening? The girl wondered tears beginning to spring up in her eyes she was so confused she was so confused

The girl's name was Adene she had grown up in a poor village where she had always been hated and treated like a monster. Anybody different was hated. Of course they tried to kill her. But you can't burn flames. 

Adene smiles sadly standing up letting the fire tickle her skin for a few more seconds as she aims the flames around so fire shoots up down and around.

"Perenni cremer igne inferni qui hoc fecerunt mihi" Adene mutters in perfect Latin

She had said "Burn in the eternal fire of hell, which they have done this to me"

Those were intense words for a 10 year old but they deserved worse than that.

 

She was the eternal flame. The burning of the Earth. Every flame came from her, she was warmth, light...

Destruction