Of Fire and Ice

C.22

"You knew my mom?" I asked cautiously, stepping forward a little. "Did I know Cersei Targaryen? We were close." He shrugged, and I stepped up angrily.

"You better start talking or this place is going up in flames." I warned, feeling my body warm up as the flames rose. The were to my hips now.

"You have her temper, but your father's nerve. Viserys. He was a fool. A greedy fool." The man chuckled. Then it clicked. "Oh I see. This must be the guild they were in. Do tell, what guild is this?" I asked. "We are called the Shadows Flame guild. I'm their master." He grinned.

"Nice to know. Tell me, why did my parents run away?" I asked. "Ah, so you know your parents were engaged in dark magic. They were fire dragon slayers just as yourself. Cersei got pregnant with you and didn't want you as a dark wizard. I let them run, I let them think they got away, but I kept tabs. You were such a pretty baby. Especially when you slept." He chuckled and my mouth curled in disgust.

"You used to talk in your sleep as a kid. Have you stopped? I wouldn't know. I stopped watching you after they died." He sighed. "You killed them! I remember the cloaks!" I said and he laughed. "They weren't that hard to get rid of. Just talk, they were." He hummed.

"Say, I've been meaning to ask you something? How's your curse coming along?" He said and I faltered. "You know...?" I asked. "You say it's not a real curse, but it is. I cast it to punish your parents. They always got into fights because they could not control their tempers. Cersei was a very powerful witch, in more ways than just magical. She held a mighty power over people, and she abused it quite often. Whenever anyone would dare confront her, she would remind them and everyone just what she could do. Viserys, on the other hand, was power thirsty. They made a perfect couple, really. She held a crown while he wanted the throne.

"Then she got pregnant and decided to give her baby the best life ever, away from harm of all sorts. But they underestimated my power. I've always said it's better to destroy people from the inside, and you agree with me, right?" He said and I clenched my fists. He was right.

"I put a curse on you, your third birthday. Everyone you ever get in fight with or anyone you dislike will end up dying by your hands. Oh and the best thing? It's an unbreakable curse." He laughed.

So I joined him in laughter, silencing everyone in the room to shock. "Well it's too bad I've grown used to it huh? A little murder doesn't bother me, along with a number of other things." I smirked.

"Henley?" Natsu asked carefully. "Get out of here, guys, okay?" I said, not looking back. "But Hen-" "Now." I gave them a look and every one of them backed out and closed the door behind them.

I turned back to the guild master. "You're a fool for thinking you can take me down alone." He laughed. "So what does it make me to thinking I can take your guild down too?" I asked, smirking.

I closed my eyes and focused on the fire in the pit of my stomach. When it was big and strong enough, I blew it outwards, setting the room and everything in it on fire. It wasn't even fire, really, it was different. It was darker, hotter, stronger, and much much more angry than my usual fire.

This was an inferno.

The room was also filled with the guilds' dying screams, and I looked to the master. He was already dead.

I walked out, opening and closing the doors quickly so the others couldn't see my magic. "Let's go." I said and started walking away.

"Henley stop. You're hurt." Grey came over and stopped me from moving. "I'm fine, Grey. Promise." I said, looking up at him and smiled tiredly. "Henley... we all know that's a lie." He said and hugged me. I put my head on his shoulder and passed out.