Centri: First Fanfic. Only constructive criticism please. For all you know, it could make it better.

xxbluewingsxx: I don't think anyone's reading this.

Centri: Shut up. By the way, I also need ideas for the name of the fire goddess, who will appear in this fic(as quite an important role. Notice the name of the fic for a hint) for this thing, and a few extra characters(you can put in a bio for these, or just the name).

Disclaimer: I only own my character, Rahne. That's it. Everything else is owned by Tamora Pierce.

Possessed

Introducing Rahne

Her breath came in hard, ragged gasps, but she kept going. She had to prove herself. All her life, she'd been klutzy, untalented Rahne. But not anymore. She had to make her dogs proud.

Her name was Rahne Truesdale. She was a puppy with the highest quality of dogs to train her. The same dogs that had trained the famous Beka Cooper, otherwise known as the Terrier. No one messed with Beka. No one messed with Goodwin or Tunstall, either. She was a disgrace to the name of the Provost's Guard. But she'd prove them wrong. After all, what they didn't know was that her talents lay somewhere else. Not physically, but magically.

Her sight sharpened as she blinked away the tears the wind brought to her eyes. There he was. The rat she'd hadn't been told to fetch. By now, they were on the outskirts of the Lower City, and no one was in sight. It was that time of night, where they were all crowded in the bars. It was her chance to catch the cove, Rahne-style. She flung her hand out in front of her and suddenly the rat was surrounded on all sides by flaming walls.

She heard his frightened scream as she walked through them, not burnt in any way. "You're comin' with me. An' you don' tell no one 'bout this little ring we're in, ya hear?" She said, roughly. She always spoke that way. It was her only way to make those who teased her piss off without revealing her secret. She knew her dogs hated secrets. Which was why she hardly ever used it. She put her hobbles around his wrists after forcing him to the ground on his knees.

She made the fire disappear after she was sure he was tightly hobbled, forcing him to his feet. She grinned. Her first catch. She hadn't let her dogs down this time. This time, she wouldn't have to pay for her own supper because she'd tripped. Okay, she'd been the last of her fellow puppies to catch a rat by herself, but she'd done it.

It was only minutes later when she became startled as Tunstall and Goodwin rounded the corner. Goodwin gave her a sharp, piercing look. "Where'd the fire go?" Was all Clara Goodwin had to say to tell Rahne she'd been caught using something that she wasn't supposed to have, according to documents. The blood drained from her face and she stood there, the cove standing in front of her. She gulped and hoped they wouldn't be as angry as she knew they'd be.