Remnant: Her story

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A fresh start.

Ric Zealous needed a fresh start. He was rich. He was smart. He was cool. And yet people still wanted to kill him. His ex girlfriend was an assassin. She was also a wall-walker. How he had escaped with his life still remained a mystery. He was one of the most advanced elementals ever. Just like Skulduggery Pleasant, he had was able to tunnel using the earth element and instead of just regular fireballs he could shoot streams of fire from his hands. But he still could not understand why people kept trying to kill him. It might have had something to do with the fact that he had once tried to kill Thomas Chabon, a dodgy collector, and he sent his people after him.

But now that was behind him.

He used to live in Jamaica. A country full of exotic fruits, exotic drinks and sexy exotic ladies in hula skirts. But now he had to move. He had pretty much travelled the world but now was his time to settle down. After the war with Mevolent, three hundred years ago, he had joined the sanctuary. He had been a cleaver but once the fifteen years of service were over and he was represented with the opportunity to become a ripper or go back to his regular life, he had gone back to his regular life with his elemental magic. He was going to Ireland. There were rumours amongst mages about a city where sorcerers could express themselves and their magic and not have to hide what they could do. A safe haven in which mages could be free.

Roarhaven. 

That was his next stop. He would settle down, meet nice people. Granted, they probably wouldn't be nice people but they would be mages just like him and he wouldn't have to hide any more. Ric finished flirting with the stewardess and disembarked the plane. His assistant, Aurora Viperz, she was an extremely pretty girl- and Ric knew that at his first sight of her in that pub when she was attacked. He then approached her and offered her a job. Her face looked young without one blemish to counter its perfectly pale complexion. But Ric knew Aurora was about two hundred and sixty years old. 

She was not tall nor short, but somewhere in between. Her shoulders were broad and she held her noble head high with the air of confidence. Aurora's hair was thick with satin jet-black curls that blew softly in the morning breeze, and as they did so they looked as the black waves that fill oceans on stormy nights. Aurora's brow was soft, quizzical, and serene with purity and wisdom. Her jaw was set and her mouth was thin, straight, and the colour of her jacket was diamond white. And then her eyes- how her emerald green eyes shone in the bright midday sun. Her eyes became oceans- and lakes and rivers but then- you would not doubt if they could become the spark that set forests and wildernesses wildly ablaze when her spirit was kindled in anger. 

Aurora had his Mercedes Benz ready and waiting. It was a Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG, Crimson red and Gold rims. She drove him to Roarhaven. It was a long drive and Ric fell asleep but woke up when they reached their destination. He got out the car and started walking around.

And then he saw her.