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'Dad? Dad!' a little girl screamed through the house. The house was on fire. The heat, the intensity of it gently licked on her skin, scorching it. She was huddled on the ground of the nursery. Her red hair fanned out messily, just like the fire itself.

'Baby? Are you there?' A man came into view. He had livid black hair and brown eyes. He coughed trying to get the smoke out of his lungs. The banister crashed down, nearly squashing him with it. 'Baby, you have to get out of here. Go!' he screamed in pain. Fire had gone onto his shirt. She could see he was in pain.

'Dad? Are you alright? Dad. Let me help you.'

'No! Get out of here. GET OUT!' he shouted at her. She was frightened. Tears were streaming down her face. She could feel the heat all around her, it hurt, it hurt a lot. 'GO!'

She scrambled up, she wasn't sure what to do. Finally she ran out the front door. Leaving her screaming father behind her. The screams haunted her. She could hear her little baby brother crying loudly from the nursery. As if a second thought she ran upstairs and kicked the door open. More smoke came from the inside she coughed and the smoke hurt her eyes. With her eye watering she quickly grabbed her baby brother from his cot and ran downstairs out of her house.

She could hear her father banging onto things and screaming in pain. A part of the ceiling crashed down behind her. She ran out, with tears streaming down her face while clinging onto her brother like dear life. The poor boy was not hurt, only frightened and scared. She just kept on running, blindly shouting for help. She stepped onto something, then a sharp pain on her head. Then everything went black.

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Danielle woke up gasping. She was in a tangle with her sheets. Sweet and tears were dripping down her face. The dream, it was the very same dream that had haunted her for the past eight years. She closed her eyes and she willed herself to calm down.

It happened often. Every week or so, she would dream of her parents death and possibly her baby brother. She didn't know what happened to him. The next morning of the incident she woke up in the hospital. The doctors said that he wasn't with her when a man had dropped her off at the hospital. He was gone.

Danielle stood up and walked out the door and into the kitchen. She took a glass of water and drank it down in several gulps. She then walked to the couch and sat down.

Her name was Danielle Serena Rashi. Currently 16 years old. She lived in a one bedroom apartment by herself. Illegally of course, after all, nobody needed to know she was underage. She even had a fake ID that showed she was 19, something she got off e-bay.

Danielle had long red hair that hanged till her thighs. She had a pair of hard and cold brown eyes. It literally wants to make you freeze up the second you look into it. There was something weird about her eyes, it would flash red every time she gets angry, sad or frustrated. It was like some kind of mood detector.

Danielle was tall and lean. She had a great body with great curves, courtesy to the days she spent in the gym working out. She was unusually pale and incredibly beautiful. She was pretty strong and fast, again thanks to the time she spent working out.

Danielle sighed as she looked at the clock. It was 8:00am. Time to get to work. She worked as a waitress at a bar called 'Heaven's Angels'. It was for her to afford the rent, but not enough for fanciful things. But she didn't mind. How much more does a girl need? She got off the couch and went to take a quick shower and put on her uniform.

The uniform was okay. It consist of a black collar shirt which in front of it had a picture of angel wings. The rest they could wear whatever they want.

Danielle put on a long black pants and a silvery belt. She then put on a bit of make-up, not so much, just a little eyeliner and lip gloss. She took out her black knee high boots and wore it. She left her hair the way it was. She grabbed her bag and keys and walked out the door.

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"Bye Chase!" Danielle shouted goodbye as she walked out the door. It was a typical work day. Almost all the men hit on her and a few even tried to touch her. There was this guy who went a little too far. Let's just say he won't be able to feel anything with his hands anymore.

"Hey there hot shot." Danielle twirled around, fist raised. Only to meet Jason's face.

Jason was tall, dark and handsome. He had long black hair and warm brown eyes. He was Danielle's one and only best friend.

"Damn. You punch hard." Jason said as he rubbed the side of his face. Danielle smirked and continue walking towards her house.

"It's not my fault you surprised me. I thought you were some random drunken old man." Jason just grinned and followed her.

"What? No sorry?" Danielle shook her head.

"What you doing here anyway?" she asked him. Jason seldom came down to this part of town. Something to do with his childhood memories.

"Came to drop by something. To you of course," Jason nodded to her. "Marlin asked me to give this to you." And he handed her a box. Marlin was Danielle's grandfather. Danielle hated him. It was a long story. Marlin didn't like Danielle's mother. 'She isn't good enough for you.' Was one of his many excuses to Danielle's dad. Marlin only gave her things when he was either trying to get her to come to him, or to say sorry for the way he acted to her mother. Danielle never forgave him.

So, because Danielle couldn't even stand the sight of her grandfather. Jason became 'The Messenger'.

"Thanks. I seriously doubt he would give me anything worthwhile anyway." Danielle said as she took it from him. It was heavy, and the box was beautiful. Like an antique of some sort. It had many beautiful hand crafted drawing all around it.

"Marlin told me it was suppose to be your parent's. So he gave it to you instead."

"Thanks Jason. I'll see you tomorrow." As they reached her door. She unlocked it and stepped in. Jason nodded.

"Bye." And she closed the door shut. She dumped the box onto the couch and went to take a shower.

10 minutes later, she emerged. Wearing a bathrobe, she sat down onto the couch and examined the box. Now that she looked closely at it. It was very beautiful. On one side it had a carving of a beautiful fairy, sitting on a rock. On the other side was a fierce dragon, breathing fire out of its lungs. After a while of examining it she opened it.

And inside lay a polished silver stone.

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