Fire and Ice

Ch.1 "I don't like pink, tiaras or fire faeries"

AUTHORS NOTE: All those written in the POV of Fiora is written by @BlackCandyUnicorn, and those in the POV of Ren is by @XelCat! Yay! Enjoy! 

FYI, both magis support both genders. Yup, just clearing some stuff up.

Teddy: Yep Ren is my child. He is bootiful

CHAPTER 1

<Fiora's POV>

Fiora woke up to the feel of toasty heat tickling her toes. "Ugh, Go away, Sparky," She groaned. Fiora was definitely NOT a morning faerie, and today was NOT a morning she was looking forward to. It was the morning of the annual faerie rituals. Sparky crawled up to her face, and looked at her with his adorable golden draegon eyes. "Oh I'm sorry," she apologised. "You know I don't mean it. Thank you for waking me up," The red draegon immediately cheered up. "Do you want to help me brush my hair?" Before she even finished the sentence, the little draegon already had disappeared. 'Honestly,' she thought. 'It's so hard to find good help nowadays!'

Fiora flipped back the covers, but immediately flipped them back on again. "Ooh! It's cold!" She whimpered, shooting a blast of fire at the already charred love heart shaped heater in her room, before finally stepping out of bed, but not without noticing the new char marks on the end of her bed.

Most fire users would have draegon scale fireproof beds in case of mishaps, but not Fiora. She loved her sparkly sunset bedspreads too much to give them up after specializing. 'Oh well,' She thought. 'Now I can give the healer faeries this one along with the other 28 from the past month. Now what to wear to the rituals,'...

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The rituals had already started by the time Fiora arrived. Lots of the fire users gave her dirty looks as she flew in between them as she tried to find her best friend, Ami Embers. She finally spotted Ami's signature flare clips in her mess of flaming hair, today pulled into a messy bun.

"Where were you?" Ami whispered. "The rituals started 10 minutes ago!"

Throughout the whole rituals, Fiora tuned in and out. "fire mishaps... possibilities... good deeds... ancestors... flaming wings..." Fiora's ears finally picked up on a word that caught her attention. Daemons. Dark. Cruel. Prankers. Anaemal killers. Dream crushers. Bad luck. Trouble makers. "New program in which faeries will work with the opposing talent daemons, and vice-versa..." Princess Jewele was saying. A loud murmur rippled through the crowd. Work with a daemon? No way. Daemons were rude trouble makers, and didn't respect faeries! They were the minority of the village. Why should they work with the good-for-nothing daemons?

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<Ren's POV>

On the other side of the village, a similar reaction rippled through the daemon population. Work with faeries? No way! They were all stuck up, little boring party poopers who thought they were better than everyone else! That was NOT happening. No way. Ren would much rather cut off his horns than work with a faerie. For a whole year too! Who knew what kind of horrors they would make him do. He heaved out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

At least they would be fun to mess with though.

Hmm.. He held his hand up and a tiny ice shard flew out and hit a faerie in the hand across the village. "OW! Damn, Daemons!" Ren smirked. This would be his new source of entertainment.

The village leader cleared his throat. Now we will start the parings. "Briska with Garenslow..." Since there were more faeries than daemons some of them would miss out. "Fiora with Ren" I stepped up lazily onto the platform whilst a petite fire faerie fluttered up out of the mass of faeries around her, wearing a look of distaste. "Ren and Fiora tell us a little about yourselves" Fiora stepped up onto the platform. "I am Fiora, I love draegons and other animals" She had a high tinkly, infurating voice. 'Lovely, I'm guessing she's a vegaetarian?' I thought. I stepped up to the podium. "I'm Ren. I don't like pink, tiaras or fire faeries" I stepped back and stole a glance at Fiora. She was fuming. Her orange hair seemed to glow brighter, as if it was going up in flames. We went off to the side with the other pairs. The rest of the rituals were uneventful, I didn't really pay attention either way because all they did was talk about nature.

After that we had to go off and get to know our partner. Great. "What in the blazes was that?!" she yelled. "Whatever do you mean?" I flashed a grin at the angry faerie. "Let me guess you're a.... Spoiled little faerie who can't take a joke?" "Why you little..." I shot some ice at her feet to which she stumbled and fell over. "Take a chill pill," "I refuse to work with someone as childish and immature as-" "I'm not the one sliding on her butt now am I?" I smirked down at her.

This would be fun, I could feel it.