Muse of Fire (Flames Saga #1)

Flames encircling during my birth as if the Satan himself arrived to congratulate my descend upon earth and bestowing me such life full of misery. At least, that's what those foul mouths and old folks could say. Divinity is what they believed, and so do I while growing up in a ragged old church built from fifteen hundreds. Strangely enough, fire has been so close to me, not because my shelter is full of wood trunks, old fashioned oven, grassfires behind the church from time to time during the El Nino, but because wherever I am it is sure... there will be a fire. Many says I am cursed, I am a witch, I am a demon, anything... they would call me anything as I embody disaster itself, and I believed them as well, but not until fire spoke itself to me.

An enormous grassfire continues to enrage while my 12 years old self kept staring into its spark and flames with amusement and bewilderment. My eyes sparked as I stare at the yellow and orange merging through the heat and smoke. It danced into my eyes as if having life itself and it spoke, "You are me."

That's when I knew, I am not me. I am the muse of fire.