Fire.

In mythology, the immortal phoenix controlled sacred flames, a majestic creation that was reborn from it's own spontaneous combustion.

But Amy was not a phoenix.

She was an ordinary 14 year old girl, small in stature, very cute, and always happy.

So, on an ordinary saturday, Amy did something she rarely ever did. She asked her brother, Kevin, to play on his laptop.

"Yeah, sure, I'll go get it." Kevin replied, getting out of his seat on the couch to retrieve his computer. He returned a few minutes later, and handed over the usual mess of cords; the charger, his mouse and headphones. "Don't forget to keep it plugged in."

Amy collected everything and sauntered to the living room's armchair, setting up everything and placing the headphones on her head.

Later, Kevin informed her that he'd be going to his friend's place later, so he wanted his computer back then. Amy gave a nod, and returned to playing one of his numerous games.

When he finally gave her the last call, she pouted before shutting everything down, unplugging his computer and returning it to him. He shoved everything into his backpack and heard their parents calling his name.

"Be right there!" He called, zipping up his backpack with the computer inside. He placed it beside Amy's armchair, then left.

Amy reached for the TV remote on the nearby endtable, ready to start watching TV when Kevin came back and said. "Mom and Dad need me to drive them to the store, their truck's not starting. Keep an eye on my computer until I get back. Won't be long."

"Okay, I got it." Amy replied, leaning over the side of the armchair to check where he'd placed it.

Kevin left, pulling his car keys out of his pocket as he walked down the hall. But before he could open the door, there was a crashing sound, then a massive explosion from outside, and the door was destroyed, pieces flying towards him as intense flames entered the house.

Kevin barely had time to dodge the broken door, but he had no chance at all of surviving when a flaming car came right through the wall, killing him almost instantly.

Amy immediately grabbed the first thing she could reach, which was Kevin's backpack. But as she ran for the back door, the flames suddenly engulfed her body, drawing out a scream of pure agony, her skin scarring and melting almost instantly. He clothes burned and fused with her melting skin, further increasing her agony as she hugged the backpack against her unharmed stomach.

She was in tears, her vision and lungs filling with the smoke of the flames, but her grip on the backpack never relaxed. Slowly, painfully, she started to inch herself towards the sliding glass doors ahead of her.

The sound of sirens faintly reached her ears, barely audible over the roar of the flames around her. She ignored them, crawling as carefully as she could to minimize the pain she was in.

As she reached the glass doors, the rising heat suddenly shattered them, covering her with glass shards and even more pain.

Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around her, illiciting a gasp, then a wail of pure suffering before she blacked out from the pain.