The Wronged

The fire was burning her hands but the girl didn't care. She lowered the wood to the bed and she savored the look in the man's eyes as it caught beneath him. He deserved more, but she was out of time. The smoke made her eyes water, but that did not stop her from spreading it to every available surface.

People were screaming now. There was a rustle as men entered the tent. They glanced at their leader and then the girl. She smiled at them. One turned and ran. The other drew his sword. She had expected as much. Her smile did not waver as she danced around him, as she plunged her dagger in his neck. He had been one of the worst at camp, but there were more who needed to pay.

The world seemed to shudder as she exited the tent. It happened again. They looked to her and then the destruction behind her. The smart ones, the good ones ran. She had no qualms about cutting down those who did not. Fire trailed in her wake as she touched to wood to the tents.

She wanted all of it to burn. Her mind returned to her only seconds before the smoke would have taken her.

She realized what she had done and she ran for her life.