Ring of Fire

Chapter 1. Exposed

Seraphina collapsed onto hard concrete, scraping her hands and knees. Rain was pouring from the sky. Dark ash covered her. A bright light came rolling towards her. She was on a road. She got to her knees her body shaking from the cold and shock. She covered her eyes and the car neared her and stopped three feet away. A man stepped out of the car and came running towards her.
He kneeled wide-eyed, "Are you ok? Do you need help?" All she could do is nod as she shook violently. "Can you stand?" He helped her up and Seraphina fell forward into his arms. Weak. She was so weak. He took her to the car and laid her in the backseat and got in the drivers seat. Seraphina slipped into an endless darkness.

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Head throbbing Seraphina opened her eyes. Light flooded her vision. She was still in her nightgown which was damp, but she was warm. She began to sit up but a male voice interrupted her.
"You should lay back down, you've had a fever all night."
Seraphina merely nodded and said, "Where am I?"
The man sighed, "My home," he walked over and a dark cloud formed for a moment as he pulled out a chair from nowhere, void bending, typical, and sat down. "My name is Maverick, you can call me Mav."
"Seraphina," she laid back down on the couch. His eyes flicked to her chest quickly looked away, she covered herself up, he could see all of her, "Do you have some clothes I can borrow?"
"Ah..yes," he held out a hand and a basic nude bra and underwear, light blue tank top, and jeans appeared. Arrogant, perverted, and completely stereotypical. "Let me know when you're done." She took the clothes from him and he left the room. She stood up and put on the clothes, they all fit perfectly. Definitely perverted.
"I'm done," he walked back into the room with a pair of grey shoes and handed them to Seraphina, "Thank you, but I really must be going."
"To where Sera? Your family's mansion is gone you have nowhere to go, you don't want to become a street-wielder do you?" A street-wielder is a low life occupation for mages. They fight other mages so they can earn money when they win.
"I don't have an ability so it doesn't matter." She headed for the door but he appeared in front of her. Bastard.
"No ability? Well then you definitely shouldn't leave, the streets are no place for a dysmagus." Dysmagus is what mages call people without an ability. They were looked down upon, seen as useless to society.
"Can I just go?" She tried to go around him but he stead fast.
"Look, how about you stay in my extra room until you get back on your feet." He looked straight into her eyes, his own golden-brown twinkling back at her. Sera had just noticed how handsome he was, his ruffled brown hair and toned body, damn.
"Ok fine, but only until I get a job and a home of my own." The sides of his lips twitched.
"Do you want me to show you to the extra room?"

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Hello guys! I was having such a hard time with this chapter I just wanted to rip my hair out, but it turned out fine. I'm going to write a minimum 500 words for each chapter so yeh lol. And any ideas for the story would be great! I'd love for you guys to contribute to this awesome tale! Also, what do you think of  Maverick? Let me know! Love ya guys! ^^

Update from 2021 me: So, I never posted this and there are a few more drafts I'm going to be editing and posting, I really hope you enjoy my old writings.