As I ran through the forest of the Merdia on my bare feet, my heart pounding with ache and my head spinning, questions with no answers rushed in to my head.

Shades of brown and green tore past me as I sped on forward. My top, dark red with blood and dirt on it clung to me with sweat. The blue bottoms I wore, were now black with mud.

I needed to find some place safe. I knew couldn't return to the castle, I would be charged and executed about my magic.

I stood petrified in the face of Logan and his father. Fire circling us, burning, scorching.

"Put it out!" screamed Logan. I tried and tried with mind which was what I had been told to do. I focused harder and harder each time, but the heat. I couldn't. It was so close, the flames.

I heard two men laughing in the background, laughing at my pain. I started to feel dizzy, confused. My mind felt like it was about to burst. I tried again. I urged my mind, put all my power into it, I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my hands together, putting everything I had into putting out the flames.

Suddenly a burst of energy exploded inside of me. I flung open my eyes, breathing short heavy breaths. I didn't know what had just happened, the fire was gone and as I looked around I knew that everything was about to change.

The look on Marcus' and his son's face's told me that. I looked away, sweat dripping down my burnt face and my hands shaking vigorously.

"I told you she had potential" a sneaky voice echoed around the room we were in. Xaiden. He stood in front of the metal door with his arms crossed and a smug smile spread across his face. I grimaced.

All heads turned to me. "She has the gift we've been searching for boys...".

I knew if anyone found out the would report me to the King and i would be sentence to death. Even if i did get away from this horrible place i was in, Logan would rat me out to the king. Logan. The boy i despised the most out of my torturers that night. Being around my age he related to me easier, knowing my thoughts. After that night i ran away from the mansion i once was held captive in, the house i once called home after my parents died. That all changed when Xaiden died. A curious death, the cause unknown so instantaneously i was accused, being the only person to have to ability to do what was done.

However, I needed to go to the castle, where the king lived. I had to tell him that i was innocent, that my ability of the use of Blue Fire was not the cause of Xaiden's death, but something much more peculiar. Something i had to figure out.

I stopped running and turned around. I had made up my mind. I looked forward and saw miles of bottle green trees and russet dirt. Everything looked disserted and empty. The bushes and plants seemed dead and lifeless. It would take hours to get to the castle. But I set off back towards my fears and away from freedom.

The sun was setting when I finally got close to my destination. The castle was dark and gloomy. Everything about it forced my mind to think don't go in, but I pushed those thoughts out. The huge old oak door was peeling and had holes in it. The glass windows had grime and muck all over them which made it difficult to see in and the filthy grey brick which made the strong walls of the magnificent castle that stood in front of me.

I looked around for guards or search parties. I walked towards to castle with butterflies in my stomach. I didn't know what would happen or if I would succeed in my mission to un cover the case, proving my innocence, but I did know that I had to try. The only way to get into the castle doors was if I were a guard.

While searching I came upon the guards that were chasing me earlier. They lay dead on the muddy and dirty floor. Memories flashed in my head. Memories of me murdering these men with the fire that burned inside me. Memories of the screams filled my mind. I felt sickened as I remembered the action that had happened earlier that day. Murdering people isn't one of the usual things that I do, but it the only way to escape, was to get rid of them. They would have captured me and ruined the hopes.

Taking away the life of another human being was something that I had never done in my life and never hoped to do again, but had a feeling I will. Pushing all of these thoughts and reminiscences out of my head I put my mind back into my mission. Without thinking I stripped the guard closest to me of his uniform and weapons.

I stood as straight and strong as I could and walked towards the doors into my dangerous quest.

I kept my head down trying not to be noticed too much by the other guards.

The atmosphere around me felt spooky and dismal. The sky was grey and the air smelt rotten, it was silent everywhere and the only noise was me walking on the stoned floor.

As much as I tried not to be noticed, guards around still gave me suspicious looks, I recognised a few of them who also work for Marcus, once guarded my room making sure I wouldn't get out. I quickened my pace, eager to get inside and away from this darkness.

Without looking up I put my arm up in the air, the signal to open the gates. It was silent for a minute and I was starting to worry if my disguise had been discovered. I glanced up slightly, just enough for me to see the guards waiting to open to the doors, but saw no-one stood there. I racked my brain thinking of possible reasons why they wouldn't be there. My mind wandered and came to the solution. They were out looking for me. Of course. Logan, knowing I'd escaped, would get the King to send out all of his best men searching, searching for a magician, getting me back. Relief rushed through my body, I felt great. No need for my disguise now, there may be hope after all. But all that faded when I looked up at the door. Metres high, how would I climb over it? No experience in climbing or anything so I guess I'd had to do it the hard way.

I stared at the door then closed my eyes and concentrated hard. I knew how to use my power and use the fire to cut a hole in the door.

I knew the King would hate me for doing this but it had to be done. There was no other way around it.

The hole was just big enough for a girl of 19 to climb through.

I put my legs through and then my body and head. I turned and looked at the door, now ruined. It was obvious I had done that. The only person in the Merdia who could and would do such great handy work. It would be noticed soon and Logan and Marcus would know where I was, but I didn't care. I just needed to set everything right before they discovered that's all.

I spun back; facing the castle, now inside the humongous walls keeping people out and more importantly, to keep them in.

Inside it was exactly as how the rumours had said- red carpets streaming forward along the ground that the King walked on, a magnificent cream coloured paint covered the boundary that separated freedom and terror. Paintings of the King and the other Kings before him hung neatly up on the walls, all the faces starring at me as I hurried past, watching all my moves. The glass windows with no speck of dust or dirt on the inside, but the outside, a different matter. The ceiling high above my head, even towering over the massive dark brown willow cupboards. They were beautiful, sleek and had patterns of the cities crest carved in. The smell of the sweetness that came from the kitchen down below, the willow wood and painting frames clashed with the smell of paint. But a mystery too all but I, was the smell of fire.