Playing With Fire

by KawaiiKitty79

My name is Elizabeth Coal; I was born in 1713 and am roughly 300 years old. I used to be normal... until age 14, when everything started to get a bit out of whack. My best friend Jack died to save his sister Emily, leaving me with no one since my parents were both dead. Jack's mom took me in, and I assumed the role of the older sibling. One day, a fire started in the house and burn

1. Chapter 1

A/N
Hey guys! Kawaii_Kitty here, bringing you an awesome Rise of the Guardians fanfic! So sorry I haven't updated Frost yet, but this is just another version of it, so yeah. Please vote for another chapter! Oh, and comment too! Thnx! -Kawaii_Kitty79 =^.^=
P.s. I do not own Rise of the Guardians or any of its characters. I do however own Elizabeth Flame.
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Flame. That's the first thing I remember about the day I was created. It was hot and bright, and it burned.

I lay on the ground beneath a pile of burnt wood. I look around to find myself in a burning house, but the tendrils of fire seem to be moving in slow motion, swaying this way and that. I push some timber off of my trapped legs and stand up, looking up through the massive hole in the ceiling. I start to float upward through the the gap, until I am out of the burning shack, engulfed in an unnaturally bright light, shining down at me from the moon.

Then, the fire died down, and... I saw the moon. It was big and bright, but not in the way that the fire was. It chased away the flames, and suddenly I didn't feel the heat anymore. I wasn't scared.

The ray of moonlight follows me as I drift back toward the ground, landing safely back in the house. The fire licks at my feet, but I don't feel the heat. It's warm and welcoming, not the menacing flame it was before.

I've never known who I was, or what I was supposed to do. I guess I might find out someday, but until then I'm alone.

I see a bright, warm light from the corner of my eye that's brighter than the fire. I walk over the light and find a small necklace laying on the ground, a simple chain with a coin sized, orange jewel set in a pendant that hangs from it. The fire seems to shy away from it, not like it's scared but rather like its... obeying it. I bend down and pick it up, holding it carefully in my palm. It pulses in my hand, giving off a warm glow.
I find the latch and clip it around my neck, watching as the pulsing steadies itself with my own heartbeat. Around me, the fire swirls and twists until a it forms a small cat, which runs around me and disappears into the remaining flames. I gasp and suddenly get an idea. I picture a bird in my mind, and the fire molds itself into a beautiful plumed bird, that flys around my head and twitters playfully.
I laugh and start to twirl, the fire spinning with me, encasing me in a cocoon of fire. When I stop spinning, I look down to find my burnt, torn clothing replaced with a wonderful dress.
It's long sleeves seem to be made of flames, that spin around my arms until they settle into a see-through fabric that sparkles and shifts in the light. The rest of the dress is made of a similar cloth, but it's not see through and fire patterns reach from the bottom up to the torso, swirling together into a beautiful flower pattern on my chest.
I smile, and walk toward the door, the fire parting for me. I step out of the door and, just barely, am able to see the lights of a town through the trees that surround the house.

You can't see me, hear me, or feel me. I walk up to you and you walk through me like I'm nothing more than a ghost.

I stroll into the small collection of houses, trying to avoid bumping people as I walk around. Many little houses, similar to the one I woke up in, are scattering around the clearing. To my right, a group of kids plays hopscotch. I walk over to them and kneel in from of one of the kids.
"Hello? Can you tell me where I am?" I ask, tapping his shoulder. I jump when I realize that... my hand when through him. I gasp and bolt up, almost jumping into another person as I do. I go through her, too.
Several other people walk past, they all go right into me like I am just an apparition. Am I? Did I die, am I a ghost?
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My name is Elizabeth Flame. How do I know this? The moon told me so. He didn't tell me where I came from, why I was here; I don't even know if that is my real name. And that was a very long time ago.