In her eyes, the fire danced and swirled. She couldn't help but feel happy sitting there. She held her hands out towards it, the flames licking her fingertips. She didn't burn or feel pain, she was a child of the flame. Her hair was bright orange and her eyes silver. Covered in tattoos with a bad attitude, she stayed on the outskirts of town not wanting to draw attention to herself. She wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her chin on her knees. She sighed and closed her eyes. She was on the run as always, trouble seemed to like her. She was a rarity a lot of people wanted to get their hands on. A lot of people assumed she was a criminal, which wasn't far from the truth, and lots of other mislead assumptions. But there was one thing most people didn't bother to know about her. Her name was Fae and she was alone in this world.
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