Chapter 0

It was a lonely night like many others, the moon shining brightly over the Steppe. One would not suspect it being different than any other, yet it was truly the start of her story.

Florah, while a sharp child, did not make friends easily. There was something... strange... about the child that, while you couldn't see it, you could feel in her presence. Florah's parents were unassuming, but did their best to give Florah all comforts and support a child needs. They too knew Florah was different, but as good parents do, they loved her all the same.

Late into that night Florah was awake as was normal. She rarely slept as a child, often suffering from what normal people might call insomnia. She snuck out of her room, quietly tiptoeing past her parents door and down the stairs, pulled from within towards a mysterious force. This wasn't the first time she had felt this pull, but to her surprise, down near the fireplace, there was what could easily be mistaken for a flame. Yet, instead of fire it only had a shimmer and a twinkle. Bemused, Florah moved closer and slowly reached out her hand.

With a FLASH she was blown backwards, unconscious.

When she awoke she was laying outside in the dirt -- her home ablaze in front of her with many townsfolk gathered around looking on in despair.

"What have you done child!" her neighbor screeched. "You killed them! You cursed pyromancer, why would you do this?" As her neighbor turned back towards what was left of the burning house, Florah skittered away.

Still dazed and distraught, she looked on from a distance to see the final flames of her past life go out. But she felt it. Something had changed within. Reaching out her right hand and opening it, there it was. 火

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