Prologue

No definite summary for now, but yeah.

Title might be changed as well.

Eveything in the story belongs to ME. I made up this plot, and its characters.

I had always been interested in fire.

The way it burned, crackled, and gave warmth.

These feelings were engraved into my heart since I was at the age of one, the first time I encountered this new sensation.

It was a cold winter, and we finally managed to afford a house with a fireplace.

The moment the fire had started, my eyes wouldn't leave it.

This strange thing, this thing that spread warmth through the house, had enchanted me.

Ever since then, every time the temperature dropped down below 50 degrees Fahrenheit, I asked my mom to light a fire.

When my hair started growing, my parents were stumped.

My hair was red, while neither of theirs' was.

When I started attending grade school, the kids in my class called me "Hell Girl" because of my hair and my love for fire.

How they found out I had a love for fire, I do not know.

Everyone would refuse to play with me, or even look at me.

I was friendless up until the age of ten, and I spent a majority of my time at home in front of the fireplace, reading or doing my homework.

When I graduated grade school, my father's company rose to the top, and suddenly, everyone wanted to be my friend.

A few boys even asked me out.

By then, I had a nice house, with my very own fireplace in my room, and I had "developed into a fine young woman," as my parents would say.

They were barely ever home, but I didn't mind.

I had the fire with me.

I didn't need them around as much as I had my previous years.

Later that year, on my 13th birthday, I learned something.

Something spectacular.

I could speak to the fire.

Not directly to it, but to the spirits that reside in it.

I had never noticed before then, because they had yet to deem me "worthy enough."

Now, they barely ever left my side.

One day, one of them, by the name of Aem, asked me, "Do you wish to harness the power to control the fire that brings you warmth?"

Of course, being the child I was at that age, I was all too eager to reply.

He gave me powers he claimed no other mortal could handle.

He placed his small hand over my left eye, and I could feel a burning pain in the eye.

However, I did not hate this pain, I actually enjoyed it in some sort of way.

"This is proof of the contract that we have made," Aem said to me after the pain had subsided.

I turned to look at myself at the mirror, and was not surprised at all to see that the color of my left eye had changed.

It changed from the light hazel it used to be to a dark red.

"Normal humans cannot see this, but any kind of fairy can, be it fire, water, earth, or even wind, and they will know who you are."

With those words, he flew off.

A year after that, on my fourteenth birthday, my mother had fallen ill.

There weren't many signs of her illness, and by the time the doctors had found out what was wrong, it was too late.

She was ill to the point of no cure.

On her deathbed, she handed me a necklace.

It was a gold locket with different jewels studded on the inside.

There were sapphires, emeralds, diamonds, and rubies.

I didn't understand what this meant at the time, but before I could ask her, she had passed away.

My father mourned for her, night and day, and he hugged me and told me that I needed to stay strong.

In my opinion, he was the one that needed to stay strong, seeing as I felt perfectly fine, but I hugged him back and stayed silent.

He had enough things to worry about with his company, and my mother leaving us.

He didn't need the stress of his daughter telling him to man up.

Another year later, I had turned fifteen.

I was in my bedroom trying to light a fire, but it would not stay lit.

I was becoming anxious, worried that my powers were starting to fade.

"Don't worry," a voice said to me from my bedroom window, "Your powers will not disappear until the day you die."

When I turned toward the window to see who it was, a breeze knocked me off my feet.

When I got up and opened my eyes, I saw yet another fairy.

But this wasn't a fire fairy.

Fire fairies had red hair, garments, and eyes.

This fairy had beautiful silver hair and garments, and her eyes were a sky blue.

"So," this fairy said to me, "You're the contractor, huh? I'm Finn."

I just kept staring at her, trying to figure out why the hell she was in my bedroom.

"I've got a proposition for you."

I looked at her skeptically, but she disregarded this and continued.

"You've made a contract with the fire fairies, and the wind and fire fairies are on good terms, seeing as fire needs wind to survive at times. Why not make a contract with me, as well?"

I considered this for a while, and then I nodded toward her and closed my eyes.

"Do you wish to harness and control the wind that flies over the earth?"

I nodded. She placed her hand over my right eye, and I braced myself for pain, but it never came.

Instead, there was a relaxed and heavenly feeling, then as sudden as it came, it was gone.

When I opened my eyes, Finn was gone.

I looked in the mirror.

Now my left eye was a dark scarlet, while my right eye was a sky blue.

I walked to the window, looking at my hands.

I could feel the power coursing through my veins.

I looked up at the sky, reaching my hand up to touch my locket.

I looked down upon it.

Is this locket connected to the things that have been happening to me these past few years of my life?

Whoot.

I finished this.

I was sittin in front of the fireplace last night, and I got this idea in my mind.

I will definitely NOT give up on this story, mostly because I like it.