Arlnoff speaking. This is my first fanfic. I would GREATLY appreciate constructive criticism, because I have ludicrously high standards and no idea how to get there. This is the introduction to a multi-chapter; the first chapter should be coming tonight. Happy reading!
Pyrrha stood in the smoldering ruins of the city, embers and smoke swirling around her. Her own people had chased her out, called her, her, their own princess, a witch. She had shown them. If they called her a witch she would be one. The worst was, her family had supported them. The King and Queen of Gotland had shut her out, labelled her an outcast. They had burned. They had all burned, and the smoking ruins of Visby would lie as a monument to her power. She would rebuild the palace in the ash-heap, and rule her people as they deserved. Thinking of their betrayal roused Pyrrha's anger again, and she threw a bolt of summoned flame at a piece of timber that had dared to escape her fire. It was charcoal in a heartbeat.