CHAPTER ONE
The fire caressed his skin as he danced to the beat of the drums behind him. The thrill of the fire dancing and bending at his will for an audience always gave him a rush of excitement. His wavy hair whipped around as he turned, breathing out a fireball into the crowd, having it vanish before it could hurt the members of the audience. Their breathless gasps fueled the fire of passion in his breast and the fire that curled along his arm like a snake approaching its prey. He then sent the ribbons of fire into the air, curling around each other.
The flames listened as he gave wordless commands, as if his soul was the flames and the flame were his soul. The coins that were put into his cup were illuminated but his only love, the fire. The temptress called to him since he was a boy, living in a rural village by the name of Leaché.
His eyes opened as he ended the show, bowing at the sounds of claps. Picking up the cup to see how much he made that time, and also to see how much he had to give the the carnival master that demanded a cut of all performer's earned money. He had made less than fifteen dragnoids, which meant he would only get to keep five if he was lucky. He looked around to see if the master was around and took seven dragnoids, putting them in his coin purse. He could at least buy a weeks worth of bread with the money.
Dante stood up and looked at the stars, the fire in him longing to touch the fire so far away. He opened his tent and laid down on his furs, hoping to get some sleep before the morning came. The camp would be moving on when the sun rose to the next town and the next opportunity for profit. Dante closed his eyes, exhausted but looking forward to the next town.
(A/N Hope you like this, sorry this is so short but I just wanted to get a touch of it out there to see if anyone liked. Please leave comments and constructive criticism! The more the merrier!)
