Yang: Well lets get rollin'!
Damien: *listening to music*

I kicked a stone as I walked through the busy market streets. I looked around thinking about what had just happened. People kept asking me to buy this and to buy that, but every time I refused. The more I looked around, the more it reminded me off the mall. Tarin and I use to walk through the mall with school friends, but I didn't know anybody here, and Tarin is so busy. I felt ever so lonely.
"Would you care to buy this necklace? It's handcrafted! It would make a lovely present for your beautiful girl!" A sales woman offered me.
"No thanks," I replied once again.
"Are you sure? Well then let me interest you in this rune!" She pulled out a goofy looking symbol almost like a Y shape but not quite.
"Cool," I smirked as I reached for it, but she pulled it back.
"It is the rune mark of Wildfire," She warned but then smirked, knowing she had peaked my interest. "It is only 5 gold coins."
I reached in my pocket and found that they were empty. "Um could I trade you a um..." I opened my backpack and found an old candy wrapper, some gum, and my Swiss Army knife. "I'll trade you my Swiss army knife," I said as I held it out to her.
She fingered it and I showed her all the cool things it could do. Reluctantly she agreed. "Nice doing business with you," She smiled and shoved my knife in her pocket.
I held my new charm and thought about if it was worth the trade or not. Eventually I thought was awesome and I put it on my neck so I could display it proudly. I walked over to the arena (which I don't know why) and I saw Tarin fighting...again. "Hey stranger," I smirked.
"Hey handsome," She laughed.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Go for it," She giggled as if I was going to lose. "First choose a weapon."
"Okay," I walked over to the weapons vault and looked at all the swords and hammers, shields and clubs, but none of them seemed my type. "Got anything my style?" I asked.
"That's all we got," Tarin shrugged. "Grab a sword and we can have an awesome sword duel."
"But your sword is magic smart one!" I laughed.
"Duh, thus it makes me the winner. Dad had the dwarves make it for me," Tarin smiled at the word 'Dad'
"The only good thing my dad did for me was let me yell at him," I remarked.
"Oh come on, tell me you're at least glad that you have met your father," Tarin pushed.
"Ummm...No!" I rolled my eyes but then smirked at her. "Do you think this is a weapon?" I said as I pulled out my rune mark.
"I don't know," Tarin said as she walked over to me.
"I traded my Swiss Army knife for it," I explained. "What do you think?"
Tarin grabbed it off my neck but dropped and screamed, "Ack! It burned me!" She cried.
"What? It's just a rock," I said as I casually picked it up.
"No it burns!" She gripped her hand as if it hurt. I mean, Tarin was always the drama queen, but this was a little extreme.
All the sudden I felt a power come over me. I was floating an endless void and strange words started popping in my head. I remember thinking I needed a weapon and the word, Vopn popped in my head. I felt power and as I went to voice the word I felt a certain magic in the word. "Vopn!" I shouted, and a really cool magic spear formed into my hand! I looked down at Tarin, "Prepare to taste defeat!"
She took a defense position and looked at my with her stormy blue eyes. I looked around and realized I was flying and radiating green! It was so freaking awesome!
I looked around and saw a crowd gathering (including my father). I smiled at Tarin's demise. "óslökkvandi eldur!" I shouted (Somehow I knew it meant Wildfire) All of the sudden a fire circled Tarin and the crowd gasped.
"For Asgard and for Thor!" She charged!

Yang: Cool enough for you guys? Oh by the way, all of Damien's spells are in Icelandic. My source is Google Translate.
Damien: Have I gone crazy?
Yang: Wait and see my friend.
Damien: Or read?
Yang: Whatever.
Damien: Goodnight suckers!
Yang: *coughs*
Damien: Okay okay, goodnight sweet little angels who are reading this story.
Yang: Much Better. Goodnight!