Chapter 2:
The Spark.
"Kaita, keep your posture, maintain balance! Very Good!" Salaman panted as he weilds a wooden training longsword in two hands. Across from him is his daughter Kaita, panting and readjusting her grip on her own wooden longsword. Each of them bearing buises and abrasions on their skin, yet both of them are grinning ear to ear at eachother. "Seems like your loosing your touch Father, I landed three more hits than last time and you barley touched me!" Kaita exclaimes. Her father laughs and relaxes his posture, laying his sword against his old wooden chair as he sits in it. He dabs the sweat away from his brow. Kaita plops cross-legged next to her father in a equally old chair panting, her long black hair in a mess and falling onto her face. She loosens some straps and fittings on her pyromancy gear and then proceedes to exam the bruises on her. Salaman does much of the same thing, gingerly touching a particularly red welt on his right forearm. He smiles at her as he puts an arm around her and scratches his short beard with his other hand, lazily looking out upon the swamp and trees. "Oh quiet, you got lucky." He laughs as he jostles her slightly. This is when Kaita was 12 years old mind you, and life was still normal as could be with the two. Salaman and her start pushing at each other and laughing until they just can't lift their arms anymore. He then goes into deep thought as his daughter rests agianst him, with his arm around her. "I haven't been that soundly trumped in ages." He then flicks Kaita who flinches and gives him an annoyed stare. "Wha-". "Nor have I ever seen someone so devious as to attack a poor old man as he trips on his own clumsy feet!" Kaita blushes and pouts slightly. "I had to rush to take advantage, Else I might of lost!" Her father leans back, patting her head. "Sometimes child, rushing to victory, a goal, can lead to an ill fated victory. I've spent years trying to instill patience into you for a reason Kaita. She sighs and folds her legs up to her chest and grumbles, "Then I'm destined to lose because I should what? Be patient?" Salaman sighs, seeming to make up his mind on something, then stands and helps his daughter up and waves his daughter to follow him. "Follow me child, theres something I want to show you. Something of your mothers." His daughter's eyes widen instantly as her mouth spreads into a huge smile. She quickly rushes after him as they enter the small wooden house and into the main room. "What is it Father? And... Where is it?" Kaita asks eagrly, eyeing every crevice and spot she can think something could be hid. Salaman laughs lightly as he picks his daughter up and places her on his right shoulder and pulls logs and scrapes ash out of the small fireplace until all that is left is a ash stained stone plate with some oddly familiar carvings and markings on it. "Well my dearest, this is one of your mothers most precious belonging and... Loved belonging." Kaita sees a slight and quick look of sadness and hurt, which is then quicly replaced by a wide smile as he refixes his gaze on her. Kaita can easily tell he's covering up something, but she smiles back at her father as he says, "And to answer your second question, I hid it in one of the places I know your adventerous self would'nt look." He then looks over at the stone carvings and waves his Pyromancy hand over it and mutters a few undistinguished words. The markings on the stone begin to glow a soft red and then back to black. Then, to Kaitas wide eyed and open mouthed surprise, splits into four triangles and pulls away to reveal a black metal chest laying in a little stone chamber. Her Father then proceedes to pull the chest out and places his daughter on the floor as she looks over him to the chest. He smiles softly to her and then looks back at the chest and opens it by pressing a small charm on his braclet into a small crevice on its otherwise bland surface. Revealed inside are two black fingerless gloves, a medium length curved dagger, and a small silver pendant. Her dear father then proceeds to pull out first the dagger, then the gloves. Then,the sad and pained expression returns to her fathers face, but this time it stays. He gently pulls the pendant out and then he looks over at his daughter, tears appearing to well in his eyes. Kaita sees this and hugs him and looks at the pendant. They both know he dosen't need to tell her who is in the pendant. Her father smiles and pulls his daughter close, wiping his tears away and gently opens the pendant to reveal a beautiful womens face, smiling at them. She has bright blue eyes, and soft white skin with dark black long hair. She has small and soft red lips in her smile and a loving and carring look in her eyes. He gently hands his daughter the pendant, silently, and shows her the women as soft tears rolls down his face. She takes the pendant in her hands and looks at the women in the small frame and smiles, tears now forming in her eyes. "Is this really my Mother?" She asks quietly. Her father hugs her to him and holds her close as he says, "Yes, that is your Mother. She was... a Beautiful, Smart, Pretty, Funny, and Powerful Woman. She may look petite, but don't be fooled. She is a powerful Pyromancer and a skilled fighter with a dagger. Those gloves are her pyromancy gloves and yes, that dagger is... was hers. And now..." He smiles and wipes his tears away as he begins putting the gloves on his daughters hands. He then gently closes the pendant and puts it on his daughters neck and holds his daughters face in his hands and kisses her forehead. "Now they're yours my Little Spark." She miles as tears stream down her face. She hugs her father tightly and he hugs back, happily, as a family.
Tears roll down Kaitas face as she pulls her hood over her head, pulling her long frayed black hair into her hood as she stands on a slight mound on a hill. She watches a large flame on a hill about a mile away. Her grip on her mothers dagger tightens, as does the grip on her mothers pendant around her neck. Kaita closes her eyes to try to stop the flow of tears, but it fails and she begins to sob as she relives the memory of inheriting her mothers remaing belongings. She sways but then catches herself as she remebers what her father would say; what he would do. She straightens herself and sniffs as she wipes the tears off her face, a look of pure vengance and hatred on her face as she turns and begins to walk away, a flame erupting in her left hand. As she walks away, she says quietly to herself, "For my Father. For my Mother. For my home. I Will Make Whoever Did This Pay. I will make them burn, That is MY promise! You've Started the Spark, and well, here comes The Flame!" Kaita then begins to run, leaving her burning home behind. She runs, tears streaming once more from her clenched face, from her fathers body burried in the mound that Kaita hand stood on to watch her Home burn, to relive kindred memories.