1 The Girl With Power: Chapter One (Ongoing/Unfinished)

She is a girl born of fire and ice. Elements clashing in her wake.

She is a woman born of life and death. Life itself clinging to her fingertips.

She is a leader born of her people and her enemies. Power emanating from her very bones.

She is a Queen. And she will burn you all.

No one knows the girl, no one remembered her after the war, there were a thousand children like her at the time. All orphaned, all existence lost with the death of their parents.

The children became invisible.

The girl saw this when they all lived in ashes, remnants of their former lives haunting them anymore than death already was.

She was different, and she knew this. The girl came from an ancient bloodline forged in the deepest and darkest depths of magic, where no mage or witch ventures. And she knew, this, this power lying deep in her veins. She knew she would never be hurt again.

So, the girl left the broken streets behind along with the dark tearful cold nights, the petty crimes that get children involved, the petty crimes started by the children themselves. The thing about petty or small, is that the term hints to something bigger, better waiting just above the horizon.

Her first location was The School.

'The School' was commonly referred to by the teens and children with magic in the family. Now this school was based around the idea of perfecting magic in potential witch or mages, this school wasn't the perfect little academy where you go to train to become the white knight in classic shinning armour. No.

This school was built to train warriors and assassins. Not heroes.

The girl ventured to this school to apply, when she arrived at the cliff face that held the floating castle, the girl was not fazed by the crackling of magic thick in the air.

No, she replied with her thundering magic, a force so deep and power coated, the crackle of the school faded and retreated to some unknown corner. Scared of even the approach of her.

Once she entered the school, people stared… this ragged broken girl in clothes falling off her limbs, and her long black pool of hair toucher her ankles, the ends still alive and full strength even at the dirt that coats every inch of her.

They all felt her before they laid physical contact.

Stones vibrating under her footsteps, that dark tendril clinging around her body, as if the very thing was a protective guardian.

Once she reached the headmasters office under the feared looks of students. She walked straight past the lady at her desk and waltz right through the man's door, well more like shattered the entire door into splinters with a hit from her palm.

And then she descended upon him.