The Fires of Pompeii

by dragonfire1237

I am a spirit born from the fires of the once Pompeii. I am known as the spirit of change, or more commonly, the Changer (Said with the proper amount of disgust of course). I am the reason why children forget the spirits they believe in, I make children grow up, whether they do evil or good, it is not for me (or anyone else) to decide. OC possible romance, There is a Monkey

1. Chapter 1

I was born from the fires of Pompeii, the survivor of a disaster so large it swallowed an entire city in deadly ash.

I was born to a woman who did not want nor need me in the back room of a seedy rundown inn within the walls of the mighty city Pompeii sometime in the year 61 AD. As soon as I was old enough to survive on my own, which my mother considered to be around the age of four, I was left on the streets to die a slow painful death of starvation. Luckily for me, I was adopted into a gang of children who taught me how to survive and pillage for food. By the time I was seven I was an excellent thief. I could bribe, beg, or steal from anyone. I rose quickly within the hierarchy that made up my little world, until I was at the leader of my gang at the age of 13. At this age I first discovered religion, which is I attended a service at the temple of the goddess Diana, goddess of the hunt, the moon, and of birthing. I knew little about babies, other than some of the older girls in the gang talked about "begetting" one. I knew that was not something I wanted, even though I adored the babies and small children in my gang and had a strict rule against hurting children unless absolutely necessary and I never let a child killer into my gang. I can't explain why I cared about the littles, I knew in my head that they would only slow me down, that they would only cause me problems, but I couldn't help my feelings anymore than I could help what happened to Pompeii. By the time I was 18 I was fully involved in the local smuggling business. I brought in spices, jewelry, and rare animals to the wealthy and powerful. I was very select in my clientele, I only provided animals to the patrons I knew would take good care of them, patrons that were very far and few in-between. I had an ability that led animals to trust in me. Maybe the gods were angry at us because of the depravity our city and nation fell into, or maybe the volcano was just having an off day, whatever it was it was the event that changed me.

Chapter 1. Pompeii 79 AD

This year was different somehow. The nights were darker, the streets are more dangerous, the inhabitants are seedier, and sometimes when I look up at the mountain that towers over the city I see an ominous red glow. It is time for me to move on from this city, I have already started to make plans, however every time I imagine leaving I imagine the littles under my care that wouldn't survive. Along with building up my smuggling operation, I had purchased a house in the city which catered to the children living in the city, giving them a roof over their heads and food to eat. I begin to plan with them in mind.

A few months have passed since I felt the fear the mountain gave me. I was sitting in one of the rooms of my house where I had my office talking to my lieutenant, Avita.

"Is everything ready?" I ask in a low voice.

"Not yet, we still need a few more weeks to perfect everything." She replied in a low voice.

"I need it to be ready now! We can't wait a few more weeks." I reply as I pace around the room.

My thoughts returning to the quakes that have been shaking the city the past few weeks. People have written it off as just another "thing" that the gods do. Though I know for a fact that the gods are fickle creatures, I doubt they have anything to do with this. Diana has been my constant companion these past five years guiding me and comforting me in my times of distress.

"What's eating you up? I know the earthquakes are making you edgy, but it's just another prank of the gods to teach us who's in control." She says soothingly.

"Ha! It's more than just the gods playing pranks on us, haven't you noticed the mountain? It glows sometimes, an ominous red that can only bespeak evil! We need to leave, and soon." I snap back at her, running my fingers through my long loose black hair anxiously.

"I can just feel it you know, like something real bad is about to happen."

"Alright Chief, you haven't steered us wrong yet, and I certainly agree with leaving the city." She replied.

"Good."

Then the room begins to shake, and a roar like I have never heard before or since splits the sky.

And so this is the first part, if you like where you think this is going (a new spirit yay!) than comment on what you would like! Suggestions are always appreciated.