《Principle of fire》


 Despair

    Despair, utter despair. Black to the blackest black, is what I am feeling right now, you ask why? Well you could say I''ve been reincarnated, and what do you think of when reincarnating, well I can assure you its not what''s happening now. What''s happening now you ask? well to explain that we''ll have to go back in time a bit.


    I was walking home in the busy crowds. The hustle and bustle of the late afternoon. Unrelated noise and chatter was filtered out of my mind, all I could hear were the tapping of my feet ,the beating of my heart and my own steady breaths. My gait comes to a stop as someone pushes past me, I didn''t notice at that time how suspicious he was acting or how hurried he was because my whole being of attention was taken upon a scene I find most hateful: a young couple of about twenty or so years old ravaging each other mouths, I could feel the rage, disgust and envy boiling up in me, no longer being able to take the view I looked away. And as I did so I cursed under my breath


    "....I hope you explode...."


    That was when it happened. I suddenly felt an impact as the air was blown out of my lungs, I was thrown to the floor like a ragdoll, I could feel my ears ringing as I heard a loud sound followed by shrieks from all directions. A burning pain burst throughout my whole body that made me want to scream, but I found I couldn''t, I wanted to move , but I couldn''t, slowly pain transformed to numbness as my view of the concrete slowly started fading. I could hear muffled shouts and sirens. and then. It was dark. It felt like being in a ocean of stagnant water. Heavy , cold, sluggish. Like a piece of driftwood.


    I felt like that for what seemed like an eternity. I no longer remembered many things that I have impressions of being important. Names, faces, friends and family.


    And then it happened ,I saw a small flame starting to flicker in front of me. I bathed in warmth as I watched. I wanted to get closer , but I couldn''t move , so I watched, focused and willed for until I could feel closer. No I was closer ,I started trying again. Watch, focus and will.


    Then suddenly I was engulfed and all I could perceive were white, blank, nothingness. It slowly started changing to burning vermilion red. I could feel my senses starting to return. Trying to sense my surroundings, all I could perceive were a lukewarm temperature and a watery feel. Then i realised; Water! Swimming! I started to try to kick and swim in the way I perceived as upwards until i reached upwards and felt nothing but a a slight air resistance. Surface!The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    I opened my eyes to what seamed like something straight out of the bible, and not the good side; a picture of something like hell itself. My brightened mood instantly damped as I thought:


    "What did I deserve to go to a place like this!!!"


    I looked down to only realise to my horror that I wasn''t in water but hot , glowing magma. I screamed for a while only to realise that it didn''t hurt . i tried to put the absurdity of the situation to the back of my mind because I had realised that something, or rather someone was looking at me. It looked like a child but it had fiery red eyes and orange and hair. He was innocently staring at me. I looked away not being able to stand the untainted aura his eyes conveyed. Swimming to the black rock shore-ish area that he was standing and hauling myself up. I found that to my surprise that he was rather big. Trying to seem gentle and sweet, I spoke my question.


    "Little kid what''s your name?"


    ".....uuuh name? And your only a little bigger than me"


    I tried to keep my expression from shifting at the rude remark and voiced another question:


    "What do you mean ''only a little bigger'' and where the fuu... I mean where is this''?"


    "Duuuh! this is the fire spirit domain and of course your only small your a newbie"


    "..spirit?.."


    "You don''t even know do you? You must have had one of those crappy worlds without magic"


    "....magic?..."


    "Magic is magic what else could it be?"


    He said while pushing his hand out to the dumbfounded me.


    "Pay up; give me some of your starting mana"


    "Mana? Wait no! Why!"


    "Info"


    But before I could further refute a glowing warm light came from my feet. As I looked down I could see runic symbols flashing underneath, and before I realised the little bugger had stepped further away while cursing in both discontent and schadenfreude.


    "Crap...unlucky newbie ha she''s gonna get stuck with a brat"


    I had a seep sense of foreboding as I reached forward and tried to get away but before I could, I found myself before a giant face of pure glee. Bright green eyes, long soft blond hair, small pink lips and red chubby cheeks. Then I noticed two massive fat hands closing in on me like maws of death. I felt a sense of de ja vu as the air was forced out of my lungs . with a joyful laughter I was shaken. Yes shaken , as the dizziness came in I could feel dread no despair crawling within me as I thought


    "The whole ordeal and whatever and now I''m a child''s toy!!".

 Contract & wings

    Dust, dirt and dark. I''m sitting on a massive creaky bed in the middle of a massive bedroom, and from what I can see from the miniscule light from the small window and my strangely glowing self. This place is massive, and the other massive thing in here is sitting in front of me, a girl of about six years old with long blond hair, green eyes and strangely pointed ears, staring excitingly at me, and speaking some weird language that I really don''t understand while holding her hands out in my direction.


    "Jvs reallia lvufel poihb bsbs gshdb sbsbdj sarron"


    And whatever she''s trying to do isn''t working as she repeats it, frustration builds up on her expression.


    "Jvs reallia lvusfel poihb bsbs gshdb sbsbdj sarron"


    As the frustration reaches its peak, she has a sudden enlightened look and jumps of her bed making me bounce into the air....


    "...crap.."


    and fall face first into the bad smelling covers. As I shakily pull my face out of the blanket I notice a pair of ethereal looking translucent glittering red things glowing as they fall by my arms. Before I have any time to ponder I take another trip in the air and fall face first again, when I look up and glare hatefully at the culprit she has some weird book on her lap and is looking at it very seriously. As I grudgingly get up and try to walk towards her I notice that she''s put her hands in my direction again.


    "I Reallia Lvusfel wishes to make a contract with the fire spirits giving the name Sarron"


    And strangely enough I can understand this time and even though the dumbfounded me didn''t know what to do or think, my body starts moving on its own, placing my hands on hers I hear an ethereal voice float out of me which I swear wasn''t mine.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    "Sarron accepts the name and swears by the contract"


    As I finish that sentence I feel a warm feeling flow through my hands and into my body and I feel a connection forming between us as alien thoughts surface in my mind; relief , glee and exhaustion. And before I know it I find a unconscious body falling toward me, a familiar feeling of dread surfaces as I attempt at getting out of the way, but to my despair my feet sink in too much into the covers and I''m crushed.


    After around ten minutes of struggling I''m finally out, as I look across at the drawling face of the annoying kid uuuh no Reallia I start getting sleepy as well, shaking my head I banish the thought, because I need to make sense of the situation.


    Ten more minutes and I''m still sitting clueless, wait not clueless I think as I remember those red things. I feel around my back until I touch something that feels like silk, pulling it to my field of vision I realise: I freaking have wings!


    And now that I have time to think I see that what I''m wearing is not really clothes but something that looks like them; red starting at my feet and graduating to orange until its practically blending with my skin stopping at my armpits, like some sort of skin tight jumpsuit, realising that everything else is different I grab my head and feel around and to my relief I have hair. Wait no! No relief my beautiful long hair that took years to grow out is gone, and replaced by a crimson length that just goes under my jawline.


    Feeling the despair of my hard efforts I collapse. Leaning on the girls head I stare into the sealing and think; I''m a mini fairy in a jumpsuit with a freaking bobcut, wait no a fire spirit.


    Thinking there''s still hope if these wings aren''t decoration I get up. Thinking hard on how things fly. Trying to move the muscles in my back, hoping for the wings to move. I jump an manage to hover for a second, before falling on my bum. Getting up and repeating, concentrating on the sensation if flight I gradually am able to stay aflight for longer and longer. Thinking I had hovering down I try moving forward. Failing. I lean forward and find what greats me is the covers, getting up and looking back I find I had moved a considerable distance, as a feeling of achievement and glee washes over me, I think its not bad having wings.