Fires of hell
Have you ever thought about how it would feel like to be dragged down to hell and then spit out again? Like death itself chewed on you and decided it did not like the taste? To all of you who don't have I can tell, it's a living hell. My first experience of magic and supernatural was like that.
To those who don't know, I'm Jill. Jill Dresden. Yes, I am the daughter of Harry Dresden, the wizard. Some of you might think that magic doesn't exist but you are wrong, very wrong. Magic exists and it can get a guy killed. Believe me, there is a lot of magic and paranormal thing just here in Chicago, and in the rest of the world for that matter.
How has my life been affected by this then? In brief, my mother left us when I was born. It was at that time my father, Harry Dresden, decided to reveal the truth about himself, about his job. My mother refused to believe him and that's why she left. Shortly after that my father died on his way home from a finished case. He got shot by a psychopathic stranger.
It's funny how a powerful wizard with all his power and might, so easily can get erased from this world by a simple bullet. I got lucky that night because my father had visit that same night from Susan, an old girlfriend of his.
When my father never returned she got suspicious and shortly after that the news about my dad came out. When Susan heard it she decided to adopt me. Was it not for Susan I probably would have been erased from this world, too.
Even though she saved my life I still can't be grateful for it. I'm happy to be alive, but I and Susan have never liked each other very well. At first it didn't show that much but as older I got the colder Susan treated me. The day when I finally moved out was a relief for us both.
After that everything looked like it would go really well and I would have normal life. I became a popular journalist at one of the bigger magazines in Chicago. Everyone believed, even I started to believe, that I would soon start a magazine on my own. It seemed to go so well and I would success but that was until the fire accident occurred.
The whole thing started in the west part of Chicago, in some small neighborhood where a house suddenly catched fire. Nobody understood what had happened because there had been no sign of fire. It actually had been raining the whole day. Because of that there was no one that though it had been an accident. I was sent there to investigate and it was then I realized who I truly was.
Susan had, under those years I lived with her, told me what a fool my father was and how ridiculous his wizardly tricks were. She told me a lot of times what a freak my dad was but I never believed her. I was proud of my father and though he was the best police ever. Back then I did not believe for a second that my father was an actual wizard with real magic. When I arrived at the scene of the accident it turned out that I been wrong about my father. What looked like the perfect story in the newspaper turned into a race against the clock and my biggest challenge ever. That very accident turned my life upside down and I was forced to reconsider what is possible and what is not.