A Tale Is For Telling
As she climbed over the top of the snow covered hill, Pyre noticed an unusual smell on the air. Her elf senses told her someone was approaching, but the smell seemed to confuse her as to what direction they were coming from. How many are there? She heard one, maybe two, or could it be... four? Her vision blurred as the smell got stronger. She sensed trouble. Her body was automatically covered in a wave of flame, setting her hair and all her belongings on fire. Her necklace melted off, her clothes were singed to nothing. Fortunately for the warrior she was wearing her armor of elf origins, and the magic they hold keeps them from any destruction. The same goes for her swords and bow. She started to sway as the smell engulfed all her senses, and before she could react she became an unconscious heap on the cold forest floor.
Xavier had been tracking this mutant for ages. He feet her distress and confusion before her body finally gave in. Immediately he deployed his team for recovery. He used her unconsiousness as an advantage instead of a disappointment. The bounty hunters completed his job for him.
Pyre woke up to three strange men fighting about seven men in 'X' marked suits. The X-men? Pyre again let the flame take over as she drifted back into blissful unconsciousness.
She woke up, some days later on a lab table. Where was she? She began to wonder if she had really been captured by mutant hunters. As fear began to set in, a lady doctor walked over and asked in a comforting voice, "Awake? How are you feeling? If we were any later you wouldn't have made it alive. They were going to sell you to the government."
How am I feeling? A mixture of feelings rose to Pyre's surface. How am I feeling? What kind of question is that? Anger, frustration, hatred, fear, loss, pain and suffering all came to the front of Pyre's mind. The pain she was feeling right now was almost too much to handle. Apparently her captors had gotten her flame to stop by beating it out of her. All the brave warrior could manage to squeak out was a mere, "I'm fine." A warrior, indeed. What a warrior she was turning out to be! A single beating and she was already laying near unconsciousness on a table with a strange woman taking care of her. This was turning out to be a truly wonderful day.