Wild not Vicious #1 ✔️

Chapter XXII - Amber ✔️

🖤🖤🖤 Wild not Vicious By Kyla Schumacher🖤 💋

"Good evening everyone!" I shout as many of these people are cheering and saying good evening.

Spike looks at me as I say what I planned to say, "Well, I think we should start the performance with an opening song."

I'm handed a kind of speaker attached to my ear and the cord travels down to me waist.

"Sing the song of the tho-rns,

The birds will rise to be warn-ed,

Don't waste away, don't shed your tears,

Precious Saleni, the home of the fire,

This is their life, the one they chose,

Beauty lives inside your Saleni's heart,

Our minds so ever smart,

Our fierceness like a thorn,

Oh, they've been warned,

Love is our destiny,

Won't you live, my Saleni,

The fire, the thorn lives with you,

Oh, only if yo-ou knew."

I hear a round of applause as I move right into my fire act. I notice that Irene as the door holder is the one shooting the arrows. She's disguised in a black hood as nobody notices her hanging from the ceiling from a bar.

I face stage left and my right leg and left arm goes up. Three apples float onto my leg, one on my foot, two on my arm, one on my head, and another balancing on my forehead. My fire soon is rising where the apples were. It hits each apple as the first apple's fire gets bigger until I'm covered in huge orange and blue flames. I slowly start to spin as I balance the apples. Three arrows on one apple as I complete an eight of the sin. Each quarter two more colors until my spin has eight full colors. I swing my leg as black, purple, and blue flames rise and I catch them I juggle these ones as I add in the gold and red from my arm as they swirl. I jump and fall onto my knees as the other color silver and orange are being juggled. I throw different colors up and down as the flames stay there. The sand that was once behind me is melting at hot degrees as the colors from the fire leak onto the sand. I turn around and look at the paining. Darker colors and a moon on the bottom as an upside down girl sits at the lake's edge. Her beautiful hands emerged into the water as she pulls at her reflection. It's the girl from the painting. The other girl with brown hair and green eyes.

I stop the fire as the apples fall down in a line in front of the stage. I hear clapping as the glass is turned right side up. The woods filled with moonlight and mist with the beautiful lake, the girl, and and me. I hear claps as I bow and Irene is gone.

I hear whistling and applause as I see that a man in the back is frowning at me. He looks angry as I leave. I see his eyes looking right at me. I shiver as I go back stage.

"You did wonderful. After you left, people were taking the burnt apples," Auryon says laughing.

"Something doesn't seem right though," I say.

She frowns and studies the screens showing what's happening on stage and in the audience.

"You go ahead and go into the woods. You can come out to eat later, but we'll check on everything for you. The maze is next week at this exact time. You have to be there to... you'll find out later," she says hurriedly walking off.

I make my way to the woods as I see Irene on the steps leading there.

"I thought I could get everyone out tonight, but you're going to have to stay for the maze. That's the only way," she says.