Leafy's POV
I remember my mother. She was amazing. She could control the trees. She would take me into the deepest, darkest part of the forest and show me the light. I can't quite remember her face, or her smile, but when I see her she seems so familiar. I would always know she was her. I suppose she is where I got my abilities from.
When I was seven, I was running through the forest, alone. I felt the wind blowing against me, warning me to turn back. I couldn't, some part of me itched to continue on. I noticed the trees leaves had already left their branches, I thought nothing of it with the approaching autumn.
Then they surrounded me, shrouding me in mystery. At first it seemed as only the natural wind that made them surround me. But then they were everywhere- all at once. I called out to my mother, "The trees are attacking!" but no response came. All I could do was weep and scream for a help that I didn't know would ever come. It seemed the more distressed I became, the more violent the leaves became. Soon, there was no light, all blocked out by the dense foliage. The leaves closed in slowly, I couldn't breathe. It was if someone put me in a pitch dark cylinder of wind and fear. That is when I learned to control it.
Suddenly I was calm. A peacefulness had settled over me. The darkness that now surrounded me seemed more warm and inviting. The leaves danced gently around me. Soon, thin cracks of light spilled onto the floor, and I made my way out. Ever since then, my life has never been the same.
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"Let's go!" Fiery commanded, jumping down from the low branch he had been situated on "We can't let it get away this time!" He sprinted off and I followed suit, clearing the forest floor around us, building up an arsenal of sorts that stayed at my heels. We continued through the forest, dodging branch and root.
A shadow crossed our path ahead, and flames burst everywhere. A cry of pain left the creature. Fiery slowed to a walk and made his way to the thing. I went around the other way, as to not let it escape. It was bloody, its entire right side blown off. I could see the torn muscle, with little bits of white bone peeking through. The creature looked like a horrid mix between a wolf and a bear.
It squealed for relief of the pain. It was such a sad cry. Usually things like this didn't bother me, but being here, watching it suffer, it struck a cord deep down. I let my leaf arsenal go, its once beating heart quickly stopped. Fiery ran his fingers through his ginger hair, sighing. "That's one problem dealt with." I suppose he felt guilty too, because when he saw the look on my face he added, "A shame really, such a magnificent creature."
"Well, it had been attacking the campers. We couldn't just let it get away with hurting and, and killing people." I shook my head, steeping away "Let's get going, it will be dark soon." Fiery nodded and slipped his hand into mine, leading me away. I've known him for almost six months now, and still such a simple action still exhilarated me. Behind me, I could feel the heat of the burning corpse that he had alit.
Fiery had gotten so much stronger in these past few months- it amazed me. He was such a quick learner, once he had complete control of the fire he now possessed. That was a rough first week, explaining everything, calming him down, trying to convince him he wasn't a monster. Now it seemed like he was used to his abilities, even enjoyed them.
Fiery was an amazing person. I could easily write a thousand words to explain him, but they would not be enough. He was the sort of person you had to experience for yourself. He could disguise himself with a dozen different masks, yet I would still know it was him. Fiery was predictable- but full of surprises.
We made our way back to the little cabin in the woods. Oh what a beautiful sight! I haven't been here for a few days, though it seems an eternity has passed. I climb up the creaky wooden steps onto the front porch. Fiery turned to face me.
"Do you want to stay for dinner, or," His voice trailed off in its usual manner, raising an eyebrow
"Uh, no." I stuttered "I- I think I'll just go home." I gave Fiery a weak smile and a half-hearted wave. I stepped back, only to trip on the stairs. He reached out for me, though I was able to steady myself. "See you later."
"You too." Walking away, I felt so empty. Fiery made me feel complete. He made me feel full of life and wonder. Around him I could be myself, let my guard down. I could have fun and be joyful for the first time in years. At first, Fiery was only my project. Now, Fiery is my passion.
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Yay sequel!! Things are going to get a bit deeper in this, with a ton more back story. These parts are also going to be longer then Flames and perhaps I'll have more! Anyway stay tuned I will try and update this as often as possible! I thank you so much for reading and would love to hear your thoughts.
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Agatha Liz
