Fire (COMPLETED)

Chapter 1

“Interesting story you have there, Ms. L’etoille,” say the journalist.

I sigh through my nose and say, “Are deaths interesting to you?”

“People will all die Ms. L’etoille. Isn’t it interesting to see how they’ll end their life in so many different ways?” She stands up from her chair and walk towards me.

“Shut your mouth,” I blurt. “Sorry. Shall I continue my story?”

She clears her throat and let out a deep sigh, “Yes.”

“I moved to Paris after I… left Violin. I became homeless and the winter kept going cold-heartedly. The wind blew my skinny figure and I fell right to the concrete. I promised myself not to use my power again; not just because of the incident, but there were Holy Warriors that kept watching over witches and wizards not to use their powers. Witches and wizards were filthy on Holy Warriors’s and Mortals’s eyes, just because they had history on creating a total chaos in Paris. The Holy Warriors made a rule that whoever caught using their power would get a punishment.

“I-I can’t stand this cold,” I quivered. I decided to light a fire out of my hands for just a while. It wouldn’t hurt, right? The fire eventually saved my life as it warmed up my body. I sighed in relieve.

I caught a Holy Warrior standing right before me. Our eyes met in a split of second. I gasped and ran with the help of fire. The fire twirled from my feet; creating a cloud of smoke. I could feel that the Holy Warrior was still chasing. Beads of sweat started to drip off my forehead. I could make this, please tell me I could. Well, or so I thought. I stumbled on a rock and a Holy Warrior shot an arrow that went through my arms. I groaned as he dragged me.

***

“Hey wake up!” said the Holy Warrior. My vision blurred while he kicked the wound I had and made it deeper. I screamed in pain. My eyes turned wide open by the cause of the jolting pain. He then opened up his mask.

“Violin?!”

“What? How do you know my name?” he stepped back.

“Do you remember me? I’m- I’m Elle L’etoille. Your-“

I was cut by him stepping away from me as he yelled to another Holy Warrior to ‘take care’ of me. How did he survived from the fire? I mean, I would be so relieved but the way he forgot me like this, it hurts. But he was a Mortal how could he became a Holy Warrior? That made no sense at all! Holy Warriors were the strongest of all Warriors. They had to have the strongest power AND a Warrior’s blood. Witches or Wizards, Elf, and Fairies could be Warriors but they got no right to be a Holy Warrior.  

“Wait did you say your name was? L’etoille?” a girl asked. I weakly nodded. She smirked and helped me up. “You’re free. I’m Edelweiss Pearl by the way,” she simply said.

“What? Why?” some part of me wished to die when I saw Violin. He didn't seem so happy knowing that too.

“Oh it’s awkward to meet a person that knows you more than you do isn’t it? L’etoille families are rare Witches and Wizards! You don’t deserve to live in the streets. You may live in my house for a while if you want to,” she blurted out. I took a deep sigh and nodded. It took me by surprise that my ancestors were honorable people.

She called a Witch to healed my hand and soon took me to her home without any further thinking.

***

Her house was surprisingly small but cozy. There were books that rowed neatly based on the alphabets. Besides the bookshelf, a brown animal-skin couch was placed. I brushed the couch fur in awe.

“So… how do you get here Ms. L’etoille?”

“I don’t know,” I lied. I couldn’t risk telling her about Violin. “You can call me Elle. May I call you Edelweiss?”

“Please,” she beamed. “Why did my colleague got stunned seeing you?”

“He’s just an old friend of mine.” It wasn’t a full lie, just a twisted truth. She sat on the couch and invited me to sit beside her. We had a smooth small talk, well, not until she talked about Violin.

“I saved him from a forest full of fire and injected him a Warrior’s blood. He could’ve been dead if I didn’t save him back then. But when I asked him what happened he just couldn’t remember a thing. I think it’s because of the Warrior’s blood I injected. But not long after that we dated. He was so sweet I must say,” she giggled. I let my nails bit my sweaty palms and sighed.

“So he’s your boyfriend now?”

“Yeah, Why?”