Chapter one!!!! me and my best friend, hnm12318, wrote this fanfic but i wrote this chapter!! XD

Dustfinger heard the sweet sound of her voice. It was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard. And she was more beautiful than her voice. He loved her long, black hair and her pretty brown eyes. But that's when he noticed all the people.

Staring. Gaping. Crowding. There was no point, Dustfinger thought. She had so many admirers; they stared at her all day, pleading for her. Dustfinger looked down at himself. Too plain, he thought. To scruffy, he thought. She didn't need him and never would.

Roxane. The name was as sweet as honey. But she would never be his. And he accepted it and walked away. He walked until he saw the Black Prince, his best friend, and the bear that never left his side.

"It's time," the Black Prince said. Dustfinger nodded and walked to the corner of the square he always preformed in. He took off his shirt as the Prince and the bear cleared room. Little kids gathered excitedly and sat down in a circle around him. Women and men slowly gathered as well.

The Prince nodded and Dustfinger began.

Roxane was singing songs with her lovely voice. Yes, she thought it was lovely. No. She knew it was lovely and that she was too, for all the men adored her. She liked it, being adored, but not by them. These men were always pleading for her to sing and then tried to court her, but it annoyed her to no end. She did not need a man.

And when she did, she would know. She would know the first time she laid eyes on him that he was the one for her. She just knew.

Roxane noticed that the crowd of people listening to her slowly diminished until only four men remained. She stopped singing.

"Roxane," one pleaded. "Why have you stopped singing?"

"What has stolen everyone's attention away from me?" she asked another softly. She batted her eyelashes.

He blushed and stammered "Um…to see the fire dancer, Roxane. He's performing over there in that corner of the square."

Roxane was curious. She had never seen the fire dancer. She could hardly remember his name. But she knew who he was and that he was far better than Sootbird at his trade.

"Let's go see him," she crooned. "Please?" she added. The men quickly obeyed, only wanting to please her. They escorted her to the crowd and made way for her to see him.

And she did. She gaped and stared like the men did at her. And he didn't notice her. She wanted him to. She wanted him to adore her like everyone else. She wanted him to tell her how beautiful she was and how her voice sounded like bells. She needed him to tell her those things.

"Excuse me," she whispered to the man beside her "What is his name?"

"Dustfinger," he answered her "Dustfinger the fire dancer."

"Dustfinger," she whispered. She liked the way that sounded. Yes, she liked it quite well.

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