Prologue
Flames filled the dark sky, their fiery tongues licking the darkness of the night. Screams. Shouts. Cries. They broke though the fire's roar, making the scene more chaotic then it already is.
A slender figure dashed silently through the burning streets, weaving past over-turned carts. A grin played on along the figure's face, pale green eyes laughed at the scene. Pathetic. All of these people, lives, villages…they are pathetic.
A mass of villagers followed the graceful figure, shouting out curses to it. "You'll pay!" or "Stop, thief!" stood out the most in this array of voices. The thief jumped on an cart, balancing with ease, "Stop? Why should I? That would ruin all the fun, you're very lucky I feel in the mood to steal and not kill." The voice was feminine, her tone having a tinge of arrogance and laughter.
The villagers paused, watching the girl on the cart, her figure looking dark and dangerous with the blazing fire behind her. "Just give us back the pendant." cried one of the villagers. The thief reached into her bag and took out the pendant, its crimson jewel hanging from a silver chain. The fire reflected in the jewel, making it seem alive and fierce as the fire itself.
Another plea was made, making the thief laugh softly, "I would be more worried about your village than this necklace. Anyway, I have places to go and things to break, so I will leave you. Farewell and have a nice day." The villagers gasped in disbelief, the girl jumped though the wall of dancing flames.
Ciara walked silently away from the village, a small smile creeping up on her soft face. Her long brown hair swished to and fro from the coming wind, a hint of smoke filling her nostrils. An hour passed, and the fire still blazed brightly in the village, but the shouts and screams were of no more.
Ciara was now a couple of miles away from the chaos, sighing with relief as she sat down by a small pond. Its water was clear, reflecting the beautiful teen that stared at the image. That same clever grin soon played on her face, as she admired a necklace that held a crimson jewel. She laughed softly, throwing her head back toward the sky, the faded stars blinked angrily at her as the sun started its daily rise.