Fire.

Ash.

One of the four elements.

Destructive but comforting.

The golden ember of the last flicker of light from what she called a fireplace reflected her face.

One carved with adventure and journey, with each crevices hiding the dreams she had.

Her face was engraved with lines of wrinkle, it was etched with smile lines, one she wore even when she was against the world.

But only sixteen she was.

Is she going to be the protagonist who saves the world before her seventeenth birthday, who has a sweetheart? Or an antagonist who destroys the world because its no longer meant for her?

Read ahead to find out her tale!