Pyrophilia

by Firekyn

A girl from the fire realm of Muspelheim has pyrokinesis. Primarily self-raised, growing up solitary, she switches names based on how comfortable she is with the people around her in any given moment. This is a character-based story, and will be made somewhat scattered scenes. I will do my best to make them linear, but that may not always be the case. Rated M just to be safe.

3. Nyx

Abandoned

Afraid

Alone

Cold in the embers

Bone dry in her tears

Darkness in her flames

This new world

They said she was gifted

They said she belonged here

They said her home was a thing of the past

They said her flames would someday obey her

So she wished to believe

But she saw her skin, a charred black red

But she smelled her hair, strings of searing heat

But she heard her shoes, the rubber melting to a boil

But she tasted the ash, coating her mouth with each gasp

But she felt the gravel, red slashes through her knees

But maybe she was gifted

For some part of her fought this fire

Fought passing out, so she had to endure forever

Fought the damage to her nerves, so she had to feel each spark

Fought the burns, so there was always something more to char

And she realised it wasn't a gift

She realised it was a curse

She realised where she was

She realised her world

She was in Muspelheim

World of fire

And a hellhole of the nine realms

Or at least as far as she was concerned.