Wazzup guys! This is my first ever fanfic and I'm quite nervous about it. I'm not even sure where exactly it's going and the updates may take a lot (I'm lazy, sorry!) But I promise I won't forget about it! Love you 3

Hey there! My name is Blaze Cinders, I am a 17 year old girl, and not ordinary at all. If you're reading this, you should have a small idea (for the very least) of who the guardians are. They helped me become who I am today, but obviously I should tell you who I was before.

I came from a tiny old village in the middle of nowhere of Ireland. I miss it so much. There weren't many people there, so we were all friends. The houses, oh the houses, were small, made of wood, really close together, but they all smelled like freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Sadly, i grew up with no parents. I don't know if I even had them. My memory is oddly blurry when it comes to this subject.. Anyways, due to that fact, I found myself a family that was kind enough to take me in. The elderly couple was so kind, loving, and caring. However they were also very old, and I feared they would soon die as well. So it happened. I was 12 at the time, 12 and extremely devastated. My heart broke into pieces because they both died in the same day, only at different times. For a while I actually blamed myself for it, thinking I had been too much of a burden for them.

At that thought, I made THE decision. The decision of leaving my village. My heart was a wreck, my head was spinning and my strength was drained from me. What difference would it make? So I left with no specific destination.

For a few years all I did was try to find some sort of information that would lead me to my parents. From small villages to bigger cities, everyone I asked would give me the same damned answer. No. Obviously my heart sunk each time I heard it, but I wasn't willing to give up. Not yet.

When I finally gave up on that, I was 17 years old. It was useless. After 5 years of fruitless search, the fact that I was an orphan finally sunk in. The truth hurts, and I was alone in some place I had no idea of where it was. Feeling all of that was overwhelming so I sat down on the grass, and cried.

Now this part is where it gets confusing. As I cried I felt the temperature around me rise. My vision was blurry, but as I opened my eyes I saw fire on my hands. Fire on my hands! And they weren't even hurt. But the grass was. Everything around me was burning up. Did I just start a forest fire? I'm not quite sure, but what I do know is that I freaked and ran into the woods. I ran with all my might, but to my luck, I fell in a deep, dark hole. I was instantly knocked out.

When I recovered consciousness I climbed out the hole. Strangely I felt like I wasn't in the same forest. Not because it was burned, because it wasn't. The trees and plants looked different. Furthermore there was a lake just a few meters away from me. Had I stayed in there for years? Or was I, somehow, transferred from that hole to this hole? I didn't really know...

Just so I wouldn't just be standing there I ran over to the lake. I felt faster, lighter, and my reflexes and senses sharper. What had happened to me? I got to the lake and bent , staring at my own face, reflected in the lake's calm waters, what I saw was unbelievable. My eyes, once blue, turned black as soot. My hair was no different to the color of a burning fire.

Stunned, I thought this was all a dream. Therefore, I stupidly jumped into the lake. The feeling that followed is impossible to describe. It was a pain, and agonizing pain. Such as you would feel if you were being burned alive. Or if someone was putting alcohol into a deep wound.

I immediately shot back up, back to the ground. My whole body ached, my head was spinning with all of this, so I just fell asleep. I had a dream in which I had to help people. They were freezing to death and couldn't make fires. Everyone expected me to do something. Why? Then someone from among the people said, "Remember the forest fire! Remember what you had in your hands!" Then I thought about it and remembered. I had started the forest fire with my own hands. I concentrated really hard and bam! I had fire in my hands. The people

had the wood so all I did was set fire to it. They all looked happy and thanked me for it. Then I woke up.

During the morning I went for a walk, maybe to try and decide what the heck I was going to do with my life. I honestly did not feel a day older, like time had stopped for me. What if I really had super awesome fire powers? What if they were given to me for a reason? So I began thinking up many different ways of maybe using my powers. I also tried them out, just in case I had been hallucinating. There it was, the little dancing flame on the end of my finger.

On my way I found these 2 campers, and I thought that they could help me out with direction and food. I went up to them and began talking. They seemed to not be listening to me. Were they giving me the silent treatment? So I went and poked their arm. My finger went right through! With a feeling of disbelief I tried screaming at them. Once again, nothing. Why couldn't they see me? I sadly walked away.

Then that's how my life went for 100 years. Lighting people's fireplaces, making sure kids were warm during the night. During the day I would visit many countries and make sure kids could have fun during winter without freezing. It was a heart warming feeling, seeing the children playing around and being happy in spite of how cold it really was.

When Summer finally arrived in my town it was like summer vacay. All I did was have fun, play pranks and even try to sneak in the North Pole and the Bunny Warren. That was loads of fun.

About my pranks, they weren't that bad. Really. I would just snap my fingers and make sparks fly. It would hit some people and they would jump in fright. Other times I'd melt ice cubes on people's drinks and they would literally crack up because it melted so darn fast. My worst prank probably was throwing fire balls, and by that i mean glass balls with fire inside that once broken can turn into an animal(my invention), during halloween. The kids freaked out but it was good fun.

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