King of the Fireweilders

Chapter 3: I'm gonna die

I'm gonna die here. Unless I do something about it, but what?
So many things are going though my head right now, I can't even process the situation. There is a knife to my throat and a hand on my mouth so I can't call for help. Well I could grab this guys cloak and set it on fire, I am a fireweilder and all.

But I suddenly remember something my father had told me once.

"Son, god has given you a power that makes you special, that makes you, you and so unique. Just promise me, promise me, that you will never ever use your powers. Not in front of me, not in front of your friends. No one. Understand?". "Good boy".

What am I thinking, I fucking hate that guy, I'm burning his cloak.
I reach my hand back and grasp unto the rags that are draping down. I can feel the sharp metal peeling away at my skin, already drawing blood. I then feel my hands heat up and see a bright light appear from behind me. The blade and his hand quickly move and I hear him stumble backwards. I turn as I feel my neck and look at my hand, just a little blood. I look up to see the boy ripping off his dark cloak, now covered in flame. Wait a second. As he tears off the burning fabric, long flowing hair appears from where the hood of the cloak was. It is a girl, just shorter than me with dark brown hair and brown eyes. She is wearing a leather bound corset, looks like it is made for some kind of combat and tight leather pants. As well as some leather boots to match the whole outfit but her boots have a bit of metal plating on them.

She regains her balance and stands up straight, then glares at me.

"Hey look, I don't want any--".
I feel a sharp push from my abdomen, sending me sprawling backward and into a solid wall, my back pressed against it, I drag my back down it til I am sitting down, in an immense amount of pain I open my eyes and look up. It feels like my ribs are destroyed.

She is there, walking toward me all nonchalant as if I wasn't flung ten feet away from her. What was that? A sudden burst of power that pushed me all the way to the end of the ally.

"Why did you follow me?" She said, kneeling in front of me. "What is it you want? Who sent you?!" Now she is barking these questions at me.

She is asking me as if this situation makes perfect sense. Wait, sudden burst of power. It sent me flying.

"Are you an airmolder?" I ask, struggling to get the words out of my mouth. The sudden force knocked the wind out of me so it was hard for me to speak, or even breathe for that matter.

"Yes". She says annoyed as she then grips my hair and pulls my head closer to her. "But you already knew that, it is why you were following me, to kill me, just like you did my friends. Well I don't think so because I have to jump on you now!" She takes my head and smashes it against the wall behind me, sending signals of searing pain into my head.

"I don't know what the hell you are taking about, I don't even know who the hell you are. I was just... curious, you acted very suspicious when I bumped into you, I wanted to know where it was you were going in such a hurry". Every word I said made my skull rattle, my head ached in pain after what she did. She was powerful, I give her that but man is she mean.

"Wait, what house do you serve under?" She asked, in a lighter tone, as if she believed what I was saying.

"I don't serve a house, my father owns a farm in the middle of god know where. Our house is Teivia. I swear it". At this point, I feel like I am begging for my life.

"House Teivia? Never heard of it. And that is a good thing for you, means you haven't done anything bad by me." She sounds a lot more friendly now. She holds out her hand so help me up and I take it. I get back on my feet and balance myself out.
"I've noticed you're one of us, your a fireweilder". She said, almost like she didn't just prepell me at a wall.

"Yeah I am. And you are a airmolder? Never heard of one around here". I'm trying to digress from the topic of her previously attempting to murdering me as much as possible.

"Yes, we have to be formally acquainted, my name is Delli of house Ravin, daughter of Mercer of house Ravin. The king of the western rebellion and the rightful king of Panaria".