Darting every tree that interrupted my path, leaping with great grace over some of the fallen trees, and setting everything ablaze, what fun a person could have setting fires with their mind. Trees groaned in protest behind me, I turned to see someone walking, more as gliding on the fire as if it were a surfboard on water. Pushing my hands in front of me, creating a view of the red glow that came off of them, sending a stream of fire out to the stranger in the woods, pulling him closer at what I call the speed of fire. Blonde hair hung in the young man's face; the bright red tips were almost invisible because of the glow of my hands. He looked up, and his eyes pulled me into a trance, one word was whispered in an enchanting voice…soon.
Fanfare, created a most unpleasant wakeup call, rolling onto my side, I swatted at the alarm clock, I heard something bang into the wall, yet my hand made no contact with the trumpeting siren. Standing up to see for sure if that was what had made contact to the wall, sure enough the alarm clock was lying on the floor. I picked it up to make sure that it was still useable, when I touched the very to of it, I felt the plastic melt beneath my hands. What was going on? Reaching way into the back of my closet, I pulled out my only pair of skin tight jeans. Reaching even further back I pulled out my black knee high converse sneakers and a ripped up black t shirt. I slipped into the unusual outfit, well unusual for me and picked up my twenty ton backpack and headed off out my bedroom door. Slipping the pack off my shoulder, dancing over to the coat rack, I took down my old leather jacket. The old leather smelled so good, it filled my lungs with and unbelievable rustic scent that I couldn't get enough of. Thinking to myself, something was missing. Instead of walking out the door to the bus stop, I turned around and walked back to the bathroom.
An old light flicked on in the bathroom and at what I saw, I almost screamed. My hair was not the usual spiraled mess of blonde curls, my hair draped to my mid back, straight as leveler. This change didn't bother me too, much, it was a nice transition. Shocking even myself, I bent over to pull an old box out of the small cabinet under the sink. Everything went black. Sure enough I did not pass out; I was simply amazed at how much black makeup that I applied with astonishing precision.
"Who am I today?" I whispered aloud. Something inside of me whispered back in the same tone, Goddess of Fire, Flamania Amber Elementi.