Candy: Hello and we are both here to make another story HOORAY~!

Lavi: Yeah!

Allen: What are you guys writing about?

Choco: This time is about how you are in a magical place and is struggling to survive and JUST READ THE FUCKING STORY!

Allen: Right…

Lavi: Allen you should've expected this.

Allen: I know…

Candy: Lavi do the disclaimer~

Lavi: Candy&Choco doesn't own anything in this story literally nothing, NOTHING AT ALL!
Choco: ONWARDS~!

Fire, fire flaming bright,

Golden in the autumn night,

Warn me with your eldritch sight,

What danger comes, and what delight.

I am seven years old. My father takes me to a witch burning. He runs in close enough to throw sticks in the pyre. The fire roars. The woman, Jane Fine, screams, flames sneaking up her gown. Loud cracks of wood or bone. I am crying, choking on the smoke, the burning flesh. Too late Grandfather forces his way in, picks me up, and races back through the mob. I knew Jane Fine. She made pretty candles with flower petals pressed into the sides. They said Jane's candles blazed with hellfire; that she danced with Satan in Black Order, Grandfather holds me close. I weep in his strong arms, bury my head in his cloak. Jane is consumed by the fire.

I am twelve years old. I run away, after my father breaks my arm. I creep into Black Order, thought it is against the law to go there. I have come here before to escape my life, to scale a pine tree and feel the wind. This night I cannot climb; my broken arm is still in a sling. Brilliant shining specks swirl deep in the woods; will-o'-wisps fly ahead- tiny fairies, cousins to the ones that awe human sized. I laugh and chasing them. I am filled with a deep longing I have no words for. They dance in magical patterns as I run. In this moment I am free from my raging father, from my mother, who can't protect either one of us from his anger well kind of, from my fettered life in town. I am wild as the fey.

I am laughing. I am crying. The fiery wisps vanish.

I am seventeen years old. The sexton is burning a leaf pile in the graveyard. We have some to bury my baby brother, Adam. There are six other graves here, all my baby sisters from year's past. My eyes are swollen from crying. I am holding my mother's hand. I am her only living child. With her other hand, my mother rubs my back. Across the tiny grave is my father stands, head down, His second son gone to earth. I glare at the midwife whose useless herbs did not save my brother.

Sparks whirl up from the burning leaves. The firelight draws me in. I grow as still. I cannot fell my mother's hands. The churchyard fades. All is flame. I know I am being pulled into a fire-sight. I have had visions before. When they come I am transfixed and I cannot look away. In the pulsing blaze I see a man swinging a hammer. His body shimmers, Green in the flames. I cannot make out his face, all dark shadow in the flames. Light flashed from his hammer, cutting bright across my face and chest. I feel the mallet's icy light.

Candy: Well there's the first chapter or prologue hope you enjoyed

Allen: Who is this character?

Candy&Choco: -.-

Lavi: It's you Allen

Allen: Oh…

Candy: Well we're finished here review to tell us how you enjoyed it.

Choco: Yes tell us so we can delete this story if you guys don't like it~!