Fire blazed around four individuals, three of which are bodies, quickly searing and charring said individuals, the bodies long burned to crisps. The only living individual having it life quickly snuffed out by the inferno, making many wonder who this indi-it's me idiot, yup, good old Celia aka smoking hot bad ass Celia and you may be wondering how I got into this situation. You know, well done. But hey, while I'm pondering decisions, you can go look back in time. So we can both cry in my grief. Fuck you world!
Celia has been alone and an orphan for as long as she can remember. She scrounged food, fought homeless, and almost died from the every now and then mutant rat. Splinter? Nope, pizza's cold and moldy. 15 years fly by like this. She learned to survive and live a normal life, or at least a slum rat's normal life. Until one day she fucked up by stealing from the wrong shop vendor. Apparently owned by a local gang, they chased her down into a corner. They punched, kicked, and beat her; she pleaded and cried until they even shattered her jaw with their boot heels. So scared and so tired, she just wished upon the fiery stars above for power to protect herself and to live a little.
That's when she felt something snap inside her heart. She felt it—a burning sensation running through her veins out towards where the boot came from. What followed was a high-pitched shrill like that of a torture victim and a flash of light. She stayed in the fetal position, lying on the dirty alley floor, waiting for them to finally beat her to death. She was scared to move, even when she heard the sound of boots running away. When she finally decided to unravel her beaten and broken body, she looked around, only to notice a body lying on the floor next to her and the smell of burnt flesh in the air. The man's face looked melted off, and scorch marks were on his hands and arms. A look of terror fell upon her face. She felt sick to the stomach, gagging, until she barfed up the little water she called breakfast this morning.
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She gagged more and more; she wished the horrid sight to disappear and go away in the winds, like ashes. An all-too-familiar fire left her heart and went through her veins, flowing to her palm. Her eyes widened when, out of her palms, a flowing gush of beautiful orangy red fire emerged. Entranced by the magnificence of the flame, she suddenly feels a splitting headache and an unusual drain of energy. The fire came to a sudden halt. The glow on the alley walls was still apparent, and there was an even stronger odor of burning flesh; the body was half-charred and still burning with low embers. Finally, Celia’s brain turns, and she runs, running until her bruised legs trip over themselves. The fire to survive was burning brighter than ever, with only one thought inside her head. I'm awakened!
Year 2300 of the old earth calendar and year 100 of the extinct calendar
*8 years later
*Drip silence Splash silence Drip silence. Splash* "This is torture in itself," mumbled a bloodied figure, pail white skin, fiery red hair, and light hazel eyes shown from a pale light from the crack of a steel-reinforced door, the only source of light in this dark imprisonment. "Uughhh," groaned Celia, the pounding headache she received from the two-faced dog of Agroana. Who knew a mana strike to the back of the head hurt so much?
Luckily, these fools didn't know she was an adept awakened, thinking she couldn't cut the chains around her wrists without setting off the gas in the pipe she was tied to. What a pitiful prison, she murmured. Trying to adjust to her surroundings and looking around, she realized she was sitting on a dirt-covered floor with dried blood splatters on the wall and floor. Carefully accessing the situation, she decides to do her best to escape first and foremost. Controlling her mana into a thin line of flame, she threw the chain with ease. There was a satisfying clink of the chain link falling to the ground. Say hello to my little friend, she giggled. She could hear heavy shuffle steps on the other side of the iron-reinforced door in front of her. A vicious grin springs upon Celia's face. Just in time to party.