Flurry of One Hundred Dancing Flames
12 – Afraid of the Dark
Axel hated the dark. It was cold, deafening and numbing. Darkness was death.
That was how he discovered his control over fire.
Xemnas had practically shoved him in his room and left him there in the dark.
He could fell the shadows pulling him down, dragging him away.
"Leave. Me. Alone!" He bellowed.
Fire shot from his hands, forming swirling circles. Axel looked at him hands unbelievingly, then with growing amusment.
He laughed as the darkness cowered from his flames. He chased the shadows all over his room.
Needless to say, that was how he got his name –
Flurry of Dancing Flames.
A slightly humorous one. ^_^
~ Timber Wolf
