Whoosh
Third POV
Inessa Solarflare hated remembering.
She hated remembering with burning passion.
She hated remembering how her mother disappeared in a fire.
She hated remembering how her father pulled her away from the burnt down building containing her mother.
She hated remembering that her father died in a car crash.
She hated remembering how the kids at school would beat her up almost everyday after school.
She absolutely loathed remembering.
But oh the irony.
She sighed.
When she was burning on that stake, she knew that she was going to die.
She knew that she would finally be at peace.
And if there really was such thing a underworld, then she would forget all things that happened in her past.
But the universe obviously just had to destroy her final moment of happiness.
Instead, she was alive.
Well...not really alive.
She knew she was there. She knew she existed.
But for some godforsaken reason, she couldn't be seen.
It was almost like she was some sort of...ghost.
A ghost with powers apparently.
For some reason, when she 'woke up,' Inessa found that she had a whip on her side and that she was flying.
To top that off, she learned that she craved chaos.
Not destruction, chaos.
There's a difference.
At least that's what she was telling herself.
For a while now, she found out she could create fire. Then observed that she might be the reason for all sorts of wildfires and anything related to fire.
Like she was some sort of God...but that wouldn't be right. In stories, God(s) could be seen by mortals. Inessa was very much invisible mind you.
So that didn't make any sense.
Maybe she was a...spirit of some sort.
And yet she wasn't a very fun one.
She was there when the Holocaust happened. And she thought the chaos was beautiful. The destruction, however was not, Inessa hated how much deaths and how much destruction it caused. Yet the chaos was -for lack of a better word- delicious.
As well as the civil wars.
It was all so conflicting.
But what made her situation oh so much better wasn't until a few decades later, where she realized she absolutely adored music. So much so that she somehow persuaded people to become musicians.
So this brought up the question.
So Inessa is now the spirit of fire, chaos and music?
The 16 year old girl sighed, putting her hands in her trench coat pockets as she sat down on a rooftop.
But right now, she was going to stick with fire and chaos-the two things she loved the most.
But if anyone really thought hard about her situation,
Inessa Solarflare, a once kind, loving, depressed, suicidal, gentle girl has turned into a cold, bitter, emotionless Spirit of Fire and Chaos
