Chapter 3

"It doesn't sound that bad." I said, smiling nervously.

"It's a fight to the death."

My stomach dropped. To the death. I looked around the room trying for a reaction that said he was joking.

"Really? I have to kill someone? Is this a world where morals go to die?" I cried out, nearly panicking.

"The things you are fighting, they only have one thing on their mind. It's to kill. They're UnderFae, they have no morals. They would kill you without a second thought." Trick informed.

"In that arena it's kill or be killed. From what happened downstairs, you've got one hell of a defense." Bo praised.

I nodded a thanks twisting my red ring. This is horrible, I can't kill anyone. If my memory is gone how could I defend my self. I didn't even know how I caught on fire.

"It'll be okay, Korbin, deep breaths." Bo said rubbing my shoulder. I could feel myself becoming calmer, more relaxed, and something else that I couldn't put my finger on.

"Is there any idea on what she might be? If she's a chi eating fae, we could give her a boost." Dyson questioned.

"I'll call Lauren and ask if she figured anything out." Bo offered and pulled her phone out and walked away with Kenzi following her.

"You do that, I have a few ideas on what you might be, Korbin." Trick said before he retreated down into his lair.

Now that just leaves me with Dyson. He just crossed his arms staring at me while leaning against a wall. I sat on the stool fidgeting under his dead stare. He didn't say anything just, stood there. Staring at me. I decided to break the extremely uncomfortable silence.

"Do you hate me or something?"

"What?" He said, training his brown eyes on me.

"Do you hate me?"

"What do you mean?" He said his brow furrowing.

"What I mean is that you've been glaring and brooding at me since I woke up." I said before crossing my arms angrily.

He stared at me with judgy eyes and almost answered but Trick interrupted. He carried a stack of books and dropped them on the bar letting them emit a large cloud of dust.

"I've narrowed it down to a few types of fae, it's obvious you're an elemental. Most likely a fire elemental."

I opened up the first leather bound book and flipped through the pages it was going on and on about fire fairies that lived in hearths or behind stoves.

"I don't think I'm Faery." I muttered.

"Okay I just got off the phone with Lauren." Bo said coming in with Kenzi. They sat down either side of me.

"And?" I pressed, she looked at me pitifully.

"And your blood doesn't match anything in the Ash's archives."

I took a deep breath, thinking over everything. I started playing with my ring. Trick sighed and spoke up.

"Well, let's get reading, see if anything sounds familiar to you."

I nodded and pulled a new book from the stack.

After hours of pouring over numerous books, I began to get extremely frustrated and slammed the book on the bar. I stood and began to get angry.

"I'm not any of these! I'm not some hearth Faery, I'm not Hestia! There is nothing left to think of! How are you even sure I'm Fae?" I exclaimed running a hand through my hair.

"Lauren is good at her job, you are without a doubt Fae." Bo defended.

"Well that's just great! How are we supposed to figure what I am if all we have to go on is a little burst of fire!" I was red in the face angry. Dyson took a defensive step forward.

"Are you okay?" He asked cautiously. I don't know why but it set me off.

"No Dyson I am not okay. I have something digging in my back, I'm this stuffy bar reading dusty old books and I've got freaking amnesia and just learned that I'm not human. So I am pretty much far from okay!" I stood there glaring at him taking deep breaths.

"You're on fire." He said staring down at me. I reached up and touched my head and felt flames licking the palm of my hand. I looked back and realized how uncomfortably close to him and I took five steps back. I quickly turned on my heel and ran to the bathroom slamming the door behind me. I could already feel the tears as I leaned against the door taking deep breaths. I really don't know what I am, if I can't figure out what I am it's only going to get so much harder to try and control the fire, I could actually hurt someone

For the past hour I had the feeling that something was digging into my back. I pulled off my jacket. I touched between my shoulder blades and felt somthing wet and a little sticky. I stared at my hand and saw blood basically covering my entire hand.

I reached back trying to find the cause of it, trying not freak out.

"What happened?" I heard Dyson ask from the dooray making me jump.

"I don't know." I said still trying to find a cut.

"Hold on, Korbin, let me see." I heard him take a step forward and pushed my hands away. I felt his fingertips ghosting over every inch of my back. He stopped just above my shoulder blade and his fingers pressed deeply. He pinched and pulled something, I gritted my teeth trying not to scream as I felt like he was pulling out pieces of my hair.

"Korbin?" He said.

I turned around and stared at what he was holding in his hand. It was long blood soaked feather but it was clearly reddish orange.

"I think I know what you are."

A/N: I just wanted to know what you think about this story so please review! Forewarning next chapter it'll be dual POV's between my OC Korbin and Dyson. So thank you so much for your views and i need to know what you guys think if I should continue AND if I should change something.