Wings Of Flame

The begging of it all

"Chris, come quick! The prisoner created something!" The prison warden screamed the second I was born. Well, I wouldn't say born, more like summoned by magic, but summoned  at the age a child was when they were born. When I was summoned, I inherited powers from my mother.
       My mother, or creator, was in a intergalactic prison. She was locked up because she was too powerful, and she accidentally hurt people when she went near them. 
        I'm really from a very far away and small planet called Eleglactica. Or that's where my creator was born, even though I was created in the prison. Since I was created by my mother, the prison guards thought that I would hurt them, so they locked me up, even though I couldn't even crawl. Like a baby that can't even move can destroy people.
         Anyway, I was 10 when I learned I  had powers.  I had fire magic. I had wings. And those wings were made of flames. I couldn't fly, because I didn't know how, but the guards locked me up in maximum high security because they thought that I could escape with my wings.
         Later that month, I heard the other prisoners talking about the big execution that took place earlier on that day. What I heard after broke my heart.  The person executed was my mother. I was so angry. I started screaming at the guards guarding my cell, "HOW DARE YOU KILL MY MOTHER?!?! WHAT DID SHE EVER DO TO YOU?!?! I SWEAR IF YOU EVEN COME NEAR ME ILL HURT YOU!!"
         I started struggling in my cell, very aggravated.  The chains that held me to the wall were clanging everywhere.  The guards tried to Calm me down, but they couldn't. My powers activated and my wings kicked into action. My magic created a explosion and my wings flew me out of the hole it left. I was free in space and I had only one thing on my mind.
          I had to Go to Eleglactica.