Author's Note: Good morning and good evening, good sirs and madams. Since this is the prologue, I will not start my boring onslaught of creepily similar author's notes... yet. This is my first ever fanfiction, so if you would be kind as to give me a chance, and perhaps advice on how to get better, it would be very much appreciated. That is all for now, so... happy reading!

~Prologue~

An extremely bored Ember had just awoken- in mid-air- to be greeted by a dark and dreary day. Actually, it wasn't a surprise, as every other day was dark and dreary; besides, she felt at home with a dark blanket around her. She had taken to sleeping and walking in mid-air because she, on her first day, had made the devastating discovery that she left charred footprints wherever she walked and melted stone walls whenever she leaned on them. The only thing she did not subconsciously affect were the animals. On a side note, she was quite malicious towards the pesky orange common house flies. As a result of Ember purposefully charring every fly she has ever hear or set her eyes upon over the course of 3967 years (which is, to be truthful, not all that long considering how long ago human civilization began), the flies have turned black. She decided that, one day, this charring and melting of objects was a very serious problem indeed. As any human being with a fully functional brain can imagine, with that problem unsolved, she could do little, if not anything, else. Therefore, she started to make things that were Ember-proof, including her clothes, but to this day, she still has no idea whatsoever of how she ever managed to do that.

Then again, she was bored. Extremely bored. The atmosphere brightened during the daytime and darkened at night. The next day, it would brighten and darken again. So did the next. And the next. Her new discovery of fire almost three thousand years ago helped, she had to admit. It was interesting-and amusing- to see the wide range of emotions that different humans can feel looking at the same thing. It was almost unnatural.

At that time, she was relatively new; she was only 100 years or so into her existence. It was her tendency to keep her body temperature at 1400°C, but she found it hard to do that, considering it had been an exceptionally cold morning. At first, she thought the simple solution was just to conjure large amounts of lava, place them in large pits, and hope the humans did not die of fright. However, it was not as simple as she thought because it turned out that lava, like all the rest of the insufferable liquids, could not bear to survive the frigid weather, and thus turned to igneous rocks too soon for Ember's taste. Also, she, being calamitously lazy, did not wish to travel all the way to one of her volcano resorts, created for the purpose of not making more igneous rocks. So, instead of finding cheery glowing lava outside their doorsteps, the humans found clumps of foreboding igneous rocks. At least none of them burned to death.

Yet, the persistent problem remained. She was cold. Cold Embers make people's lives miserable. That is the truth. Well, that is only if they perceive they are miserable. As her body's response, she "strategically" combusted (at high noon, because apparently her body had a certain affiliation with 12:00 pm). As a result of the explosion, she burst into bright flame, and surprisingly, even the objects around her that she was not touching also either caught on… fire, that was the word, or simply melted because of the temperature of fire. This revelation, to say the least, amazed her, as nothing has ever happened before where she almost had something like a bright body extension, only it was ghostly because objects could pass through, though not unharmed. On top of that, right after she combusted, the fire she created moved across the vast forest at an alarming rate, unlike lava, which kind of just stayed or flowed downhill. It finally came to a sudden halt at a barren cliff, but not before burning several villages to the ground. And so this was the creation of fire. Not all things have happy beginnings.

After this, Ember realized that she had to rein in her newfound power, or people innocent of aggravating her would have to pay anyways. Right away, she found that there was no easy way to study and tame fire. So, she thought back to the reason she was trying to rein in fire and tried to control how much damage she caused. Her first idiotic solution was to try to stomp the flames out. It could have worked if she wasn't as powerful and she realized. She also noticed that water was the only thing that somewhat worked efficiently against her fire was water; however, she literally could not touch water, as it evaporated whenever she neared it.

Right. This was going to be difficult.

Then, she tried burning up different places of... Earth. Sometimes, the result would be a blob of indistinguishable mess accompanied by a void and a higher water level. Other times? A beautiful landscape of blazing red with the stench of burnt flesh trailing close behind. So, she had a less idiotic plan-maybe, like her, her fire could inhabit the air, and only the air? That was easy, she noticed. However, it took her only a couple more decades to master the more ornate form of fire-the crackling, fizzing, and denser fire. It had one setback. It was true she succeeded in making it start in the sky... then it decided to travel to the ground, thankfully making minimal damage when connecting with the ground. There was only one complication- whereas fire thrived in dry areas and grew weaker amidst water, this new form of fire- lighting?- traveled by the very essence of water.

As time went on, there were less severe forest fires. She had, after all, close to nothing to do everyday. With all of her free time, she did manage to control her seemingly uncontrollable powers. There were a few fires set free here and there; she was easily bored, but for the most part, she was quite reasonable. On especially cold days, some people would go home carrying a few more burns, or frost-bites, they call them. Nevertheless, those "frostbites" did not murder thousands upon thousands of people, and Ember certainly deemed that feat as an achievement.

Phew. First part done! Hoped you liked it! (Or perhaps not; again, if you have any comments, please do feel free to criticize... constructively?)

For those who are confused about the tone-think cynically sarcastic and dry. If you have questions-ANY questions-please feel free to ask; I know this is confusing but I didn't want to explain it in the story because it'll clutter up the actual stuff, and some of it is either irrelevant or assumed (from the movie.)