Flamehead
Summary – A normal girl gets pulled into a land of myth and magic. Will she choose to fight for good? Or for evil?
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Her life used to be normal. Ok…normal is a bit of an exaggeration. Her mother died when she was three and her dad left at ten. Kasti had to drop out of school so she could take care of her brothers so that they could get the education she didn't. She was never really appreciated by anyone for what she did.
One day as Kasti was walking home, she tripped, her books flying everywhere as the majority landed in a puddle. "Oh for gods sake. I wish someone could help." Before she could move a muscles, a haze of black smoke encircled her, pulling her to a time period where she was very obviously out-of-place. Everyone was wearing what looked like a bed sheet to her, with lace up sandals. However, Kasti was wearing a bright green midriff top, grey jeans and knee-high lace up boots. Her stomach was bared and anyone who walked past her could very obviously see the golden treble clef piercing that was just dangling there. She smirked, thinking about how people would react if they saw the tattoos on her shoulders. "Where am I?" she asks someone, but they avoid her with a wide berth, afraid that she might be insane. Before she can ask somebody, a cloud of black smoke appears, dragging her under the earth. The loss of oxygen and the intense heat causes her to lose consciousness, only seeing a glimpse of a tall imposing figure wearing all black with what looked like flames for hair. She has just met the god she called. Hades, Lord of the Underworld.