Damien looked at hr for a while, studied her every mov she made, just trying to see what side she was on. "Alright...but I can't stay long...if I go with you...you have to tell me at least a little bit about yourself. How you got here...I don't recall you at all...yet you seem familiar some how. Explain yourself."
Willow smiled as she turned to the direction that was pointed out to her earlier and began walking, "Alright...I'l tell you what I know." she smiled and glance over her shoulder. "Are you coming?"
"How did you know that the town is that way if you have never been here?"
"The trees told me..." she smirked, "Do you wish to hear my story or not?" Willow laughed and walked on. It was strange, asking whether or not her own character would like to hear her story...it was just strange to think.
"Yes...I would." he replied and walked to catch up with her. "Go on..."
"Well...first of all...how I got here and why I have not been here before." she thought how to put it. "Umm...I actually think that I have helped make this world..." she began. Willow stopped walking and dug through the bag that she just realized had entered the world with her. Pulling out her notebook, she flipped through the pages until she found the part she wrote about the forest.
"The Mystical Forest as it is sometimes called, possesses it's own magical spirit in everything that it contains. The trees able to speak, the creatures that live within the maze of trees having their own special talent. Whether the fireflies being just that, little bits of flames floating around in the air, giving light in the night to those who need it most." As she read, a small spark floated through the air around the trees.
Willow smiled at the little bug and held out her hand. As it landed in her palm, she yelped and pulled it back, shaking the little bug from her hand. "If they happen to land on you...you feel it's warmth...but that was more of a bite!" she looked at her palm where there was a light mark in the shape of a star.
Wrinkling her brow, she flipped through the pages quickly. Damien watched her go through the book. "You write...Little Flamers rarely come out at daylight..." he thought. "And you write...the Flamer is still here...and it bit you." he too wrinkled his brow in thought. This girl may just be the help that he hoped for. "Quick...read something else."
Willow looked at him with a smirk before turning her attention back to the writing in the notebook. "If a Little Flamer so happened to land upon a creature and leave it's mark of a star..." she looked at what she had written in amazment. "Then that creature...has the power of that Little Flamer?"
Damien looked over her shoulder at what was written and read, but quietly to himself. She glanced over at him and handed him the notebook. "In order to use the powers, one must call upon the element it wishes...fire." she whispered to herself and stared at her hand as she held it out in front of her.
"I call forth the element inside me...give me control over the fire I posses within." she whispered concentrating on her hand. Smoke came from her fingers but nothing else. "Give me the power and talent of the Fire Dancers," she said again, this time, a small flame formed in the palm of her hand and flickered there for a while.
Damien who had been studying the notebook looked up at her. "You wrote this?" he asked not finding it strange at all that she was holding a flame in her hand. "You actually wrote these words out?" he asked again.
"Yes..." she answered playing with the fire. The Fire Dandcers were entertainers, they juggled fire for money and such, but for more to entertain the villigers. They were mostly travelers that went around, going where they wish when they wish. "I wrote it...what about it...it's this...all of this...your world." she explained.
"I know," he replied. "Can you write more...fix all this?"
"I tried...that's how I got here...I tried to fix what was going wrong...but, I turned to ink or something...and entered this world...my notebook."