Author Notes: I hope you like enough to keep reading.
It has been quite some time since I have written any Fan Fiction. It's about I did something I greatly enjoy doing.
As well, I am not going to say if you don't review I won't write. I read Fan Fiction and if I like it I don't say anything… so… basically I'm not going to be a hypocrite. Thank you and I hope you enjoy whether or not you say something.
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A Black's Fire
Letter 1
Saturday, June 14
Dear Tyler Stanfield,
You've never met me. But I was looking for you. I was told to my someone and it's a long story.
So to begin things off.
My name is Athena Elladora Black. My mom says my name was given to me by my father. Unfortunately I don't who he is. I do have a wallet picture of him. He has ice cold eyes (they remind me of a vampire's) that are full of pride. His long hair, you know Elrond from Lord of the Rings, that long, but it's held back in a ponytail. It's black just like mine. As black as volcanic rock. Mom says that he was the most handsome man she had ever met.
I look a lot like him but my eyes are a dark blue—like my mom's. My hair is shoulder length, but I often put it up in a ponytail. I'm short for my age. From Mom's or Dad's side, I don't know. Mom says that Dad was tall. Everything that she tells me of him reminds me of an Elf. Why? She tells me he was a master of illusion.
Why do I keep talking about my dad? I hate him!
Well, anyways, even though I'm short, I'm not the most horrible looking person in the world. Mom says I take after my dad in that regards. She says I have that same Elf-like appearance as Dad. Being only 17 and not busty, some either laugh at me or just smile. Mom says you don't see Arwen with huge tits.
My friends often desert me. Weird things happen when I'm around.
On my first day of kindergarten, one of the boys had stolen my new purple jacket that Mom had made. As he held it away, it shed purple ink all over him. The more he taunted me, the more he got on himself.
When I was ten, some friends and I went on a haunted Halloween hike. I got lost.
Eerie noises were around me. Skeletons hang in the trees above me. High pitched squeals from bats screamed from above me. Even as I write this, I can feel the chilling ghostly wind running down my spine. The full moon came out, and I cradled myself hoping for some form of courage or help.
But the fear receded as swift as it came. The forest was full of blue light. My eyes seemed to have absorbed all the moonlight and made me able to see the trail back. My hair sparked with electricity. How long I walked, I didn't know and don't remember.
The looks. I wasn't Athena to them anymore. I was another monster on the trail but not plastic. Their screams… I still hear them in my nightmares. Blood-curdling screams so much more real than a horror film. Possessed. Monster. Demon.
Tyler, I stared as they ran. What had I done? I've been missing for hours. I, Athena, then saw what I was to them.
My eyes were icy blue, which matched my father's exactly. My hair writhed behind me like Medusa's snakes. My already pale skin glowed blue. I remember the pain, the hurt, and the feelings of loneliness as I fell to my knees. A tear fell down my cheek then evaporated in the blue fire.
For hours I sat crying only to have the tears boil into salt on my face. My fire dimmed and Mom picked me up.
Then the running started. We would move, I would make friends, something would happen, and we would have to move again.
The thing is my powers are growing and I can't stop it. I killed my boyfriend just last night. Not on purpose, on accident.
It had been one year since we had last moved. Jessie, my boyfriend since I had moved into Stonebank, had taken me out to the coast for a picnic.
He was a member of the Stonebank Whalers basketball team and track coach. He was dark brown hair, blue eyes, and hot. Mr. Paris ran the local bank so he was wealthy as well as polite. Everything a girl could want.
We watched the sun set and ate our picnic. I wish it had never ended. I could tell you all the details… It's written on my memory forever. But I was worried.
Tyler, I'm going to tell you the complete truth. How long would it last? Would Jessie run away from me if he ever saw me going to a fit (my mom and I dubbed them). Would that be tomorrow, next month, next year?
After an hour, Jessie turned back around with light tears in his eyes. "Ella, I have something to tell you."
"Shoot." I rubbed my ear and started to pick up the sandy blanket.
"I think we need to start seeing other people."
My anger that I had tried to keep down exploded in a mass of dark clouds. Across the ocean, the sun darkened. A fiery hot wind blew and whipped my hair around like snakes. I couldn't control myself. The wind churned the sea into a pot of doom. My dark eyes turned into a whirlwind of white lightning. My hair once again crackled with energy. The air around me vibrated with power then detonated with blue fire to start the Apocalypse. If you have ever seen Dragonball Z, Tyler, you would know what this looked like.
I was pissed off!
I enjoyed watching Jessie squirm. His life depended on if he should move or stay still. Like a deer in the headlights.
The sky began to get darker until it was as dark as midnight. The rain started to fall. Not fall, pour. It was Niagara Falls. The wind started to howl and batter the sand around us. But for Jessie and me, we were protected.
I was going to get Jessie. No element would let me have my revenge! He was mine!
The time between then and after, I can't remember. When the sand settled in a crater around us, Jessie Paris was only a chard shell.
Though, the hurricane was gone, I was still a glowing a hot blue fireball. I laughed, sneered. "Take that filthy Muggle."
Then I fainted. As I lay on the sand, 'Muggle' repeated in my darkness. 'Muggle.' It felt right on my tongue. Like it belonged there.
My
dreams spun. I didn't even know what it meant. Let alone how I knew
it. I wasn't ever the one to make up words (I had burnt the fluff a
poodle when I had first tried).
When I awoke, I realized what I had just done. I could be put in the electric chair. But would my powers protect me? Or would my blue light make them turn off the chair then send me Area Fifty-One?
Two things were on my mind. First, no one should find Jessie's body. Not until this night had been forgotten. The second was that Mom and I would have to run away.
Again. Of course, again, it was my fault. Mine and my evil powers that I could never control.
I looked around and tried to use my powers. If they could be used when angry why can't I use them if I should need them? I looked deep within myself to look for that blue fire. Where was it? When I went into rages, it felt like my heart would erupt, so maybe right there. I felt a small force glowing from deep within myself. I sat down onto the ground to try to meditate.
My brain took time to clear but I was able. I reached out towards the fire that glowed in the middle of my chest, but it burnt me back.
A laugh came from around me. "You're not supposed to play with me until you learn how to, Athena Elladora Black."
"Who are you?"My words did not come out of my mouth but out of my head.
The fire shimmered as its flames licked in a certain rhythm—like it was alive. It was the thing that was laughing!
"It's not who am I. But what am I. And where I came from. Your father had me. And from him I was pasted down to you. I have grown wild from improper care. But there is a reason for this meeting. Few of your kind are able to do this. But this is a serious matter."
"What are you?" I cried silently.
"That I cannot say just yet, but I need you to do something. Look in the back of the Across America, where you find the pen pals section. Find a name of Tyler Maria Stanfield. Send her a letter and tell her everything. This letter is everything! If you don't, I will get out of control to much. Today was just the beginning, if this letter is not sent!" Its fiery voice changed to urgency. Its flames licked around her again.
"What..."
"GO! Jessie Paris is under a sand dune. No one will find him 'til you are forgotten."
I found myself outside myself again and Jessie's shell had disappeared and was replaced by a huge sand dune. Before I left the beach, I made sure to turn back to where Jessie Paris was now. "How was the barbecue?" I muttered then left.
The walk home was slow and peaceful. Different than the pain and horror of just a little while ago.
As soon as I got home, I woke Mom and we packed. We left the house late in the night. As Mom and I left Stonebank, I slept. This morning I awoke to write this letter. We dropped it off at a post office somewhere in New York state and continued driving.
Now you know who I am. An inner war rages inside me everyday. To blow up or settle down is the question I have to answer everyday! But when I saw your name, I felt as if you had all the answers to my war. Please write back and help me. Do what you feel like you have to do.
Athena
Elladora
Black
