Ember Caves

1. Burn

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be ? Would it be your hair color? How tall you are ? Or maybe even your name ?

I would change everything. Born into a life where I'm forced to hide. Forced to be anything but myself. And the worst part about all of this is I had no say so. My parents have a reputation to uphold, and with the way I can no longer control myself I understand why they would rather me stay in my room all day.

Born with psychic abilities wasn't something I was mad about at first. I wasn't even upset when my hellhound powers kicked in and my hair would catch on fire when I got mad. But I remember my first time hurting someone with these powers. It was the first time everyone realized just how strong and dangerous I really was.

Flashback :

"Jenny it's so good to see you and Derrick again! You already know Pelesit!" My mother's identical all white eyes look down at my 15 year old self. My mother and father, Sandra and Aaron, are king and queen of the island we reside in called Hidden Paradise. The Witches War has finally ended after 5 long years, and my father thought it would be the right thing to do to invite some of his head warriors over to our estate for dinner in celebration of winning the war.

"Good evening ma'am and sir, it's good to see you again" I respond with a timid smile and small bow. Both Jenny and Derrick bow to me for a few seconds, "the pleasure is all ours Princess" Derrick says before they both rise. All four of us walk away from the front door and head into the large dining room where the rest of the guest await.

"Welcome Derrick !" My father's loud voice rings across the room. As I turn my head my long waist length blue dreads whip across my face, disrupting my vision for a slight moment. My white eyes land on my father's wide grin as I watch him interact with his army commander. My father was well respected around his land. He was known for his kindness and dedication to making sure his people are happy and financially taken care of. Our land is filled with abundance of resources and things we do not have here we can thankfully get imported from Ember Caves. It's an island farther south in the hot lands. Over the years of being King my father became great allies with James Draco, the former king of Ember Caves.

Just a few months ago I heard a crowning ceremony took place in Ember Caves as the former king finally passed over the crown to his son Cadmus Draco. Thankfully there were no changes in our alliance, so we are still able to export things like fruit and vegetables when our colder months take over here.

"Please sit, make yourself comfortable." At my father's words we all take a seat. The table is filled with different soldiers and generals from my father's army. Some brought their mates, while others came alone. Across from me was the second in command, Lee. Lee was a tall pale man with long raven curly hair that almost reached his feet. His eyes were an unnerving yellow with a dark green iris. From the corner of my eyes I catch his curious glances he sends my direction.

Lee was a refugee. He crossed our borders years before I was born seeking a place to stay after escaping from Liars Creek. A horrible destructive island on the west side. I've heard stories about that island being the place where people with no souls reside in. Those who have been casted away from their islands for horrible crimes, or those seeking to rebel and indulge in dark magic make their way to Liars Creek. It's an island where usually once you're in, there's no escaping.

Somehow Lee was able to build a makeshift boat and sail away into the endless ocean. Weeks later he crashed into our island and was immediately found and thrown into our cells for questioning. I guess after hearing his story my father decided he could stay. Lee proved himself during the process of joining our army, and was immediately accepted by those around him. After a few years of hard work, he was promoted to 2nd in command.