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.

1. Pyrophilia 1

She hated this place. Hated it, yet...yet this was her home. The smoke suffocated her, the fire burned, but it didn't leave any lasting damage - not anymore. So she had grown accustomed to it. It was her only option: she could become the fire, or she would be consumed by it. She could summon it now. Just to prove it to herself, she summoned a ball of scorching heat to her palm. With half a thought, she sent it streaking up her arm, across her body until she was sitting in her own personal inferno.

She didn't know her name. She didn't even know if she had one. So she gave herself one. Sort of. It was Phoenix around those who made her wary, Nyx around those she disliked, and Nyxia around everyone else.

Phoenix. A firebird risen from the ashes. Rebirth. Light. Nyx. Night. Darkness. She was light and dark, birth and death. A thousand other opposites and paradoxes that she had given up on naming.

She drew her attention back to her fire. Her clothes didn't burn, not unless she wanted them to, but her hair was. Burning. Not burning away. She had learned long ago of the difference.