Her mind was destroyed, tattered, broken.

Her heart was split, cut, and burned.

Her eyes were fire, dancing with the wind.

Her tale circled the unexpected, tainting their souls with stories of horror and flames.

But as the pages buried the story under each flip, her legacy faded into the background.

Until the 3000th moon rose.

And the fires began again.

The earth had been in more than the world could have imagined.

As the radioactive air polluted the world, they created a side effect, something that was called 'Mage'. 

It allowed certain people to use powers and control certain things. 

But the one no one used was the fire mage, as it caused havoc and chaos wherever it landed.

Children born with the mage were either killed, or taught how to never use the power.

But as the 3000th moon rises, the fires seemingly start again.

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Act 1: Rescued From the Ashes

CELOSIA STARED AT THE RAGING FIRE.

The heat cascaded on Celosia like a warm blanket, draping over her shoulders, and the entirety of her back. 

Her shadow loomed over her being as the corners skittered with creatures and bugs; dancing to the light, the heat, the fire. 

Cleosia closed her eyes as she drank in the warmth emitting from this strange thing. 

She'd never seen it in real life. Folklore it was; this magical entity. 

Cleosia stared at the huge bag she'd grabbed right before running off into the night.

Her fingers expertly unknotted the strings that were pulled together to create a makeshift lock. They were limp and numb for the constant bite of the cold had made her fingers swollen and bruised. 

The bag opened with a click.

Inside lay three old leather novels, four apples, and a bag of coins that dangled noisly each time she moved.

Cleosia heaved a sigh as she stared at the insides of the bag.

She wouldn't survive.

Cleosia picked up the apples examining them silently.

She felt an awful lot like Snow White as she held the fruit in between her clammy palms.

The apple was a brilliant red that cascaded down the entirety, topped off with a green leaf. 

The apple seemed perfect. As Cleosia studied the fruit, her eyes drifted towards the fire, and her mind tingled with curiosity.

Cleosia gently brought the apple towards the fire, the heat covering her once again.

As the apple inched forward, the leaf caught fire as the flames danced with the fruit, slowly moving down, leaving nothing behind.

As the flames licked the apple core, Cleosia stared at the fire whipping and lashing. 

The once beautiful fire now seemed like an angry goddess, trying to claim her land. 

The flames danced towards Cleosia's fingers as it nipped gently, careful not to bite.

Cleosia just continued to watch the scene playing in front of her as the fire gently intertwined with her skin. 

She didn't flinch.

It didn't burn.

Cleosia thought it would hurt, or kill her, but the fire as if part of her, just danced, occasionally grazing the sheen of her skin.

The flame was a beautiful dancer. It twirled, jumped, and spun endlessly, leaving an aching path of destruction behind it.

The fire nipped gently at the edges of her sleeve, fraying the ends, and turning the white cotton into black. 

Cleosia stared at the small yet powerful being, her fingers occasionally dancing along.

The little shack Cleosia was staying in seemed to glow a little brighter, and get a little warmer.

Cleosia gently stretched out her arm and lay down, careful not to disturb the flames restless dance.

As her head hit the cold wood, it was as if she was safe and sound, deep in her dreams.

Darkness came easier than she thought.

The shack was gone.

black decay of dead wood and burnt logs scattered the floor in an almost artful manner.

Only the area she'd been laying under was intact, along with her bag.

Cleosia was so confused.

Cleosia quickly scrambled to figure what had happened, her white tunic getting stained by the burnt leftovers.

As she turned to see what had happened, she noticed her books laying peacefully on the dirt ground.

A messy hand scrawled message was left on the empty book cover. 

Cleosia stared at the empty cover. It was as if someone hand ripped all the pages out, one bye one, leaving the words to die on their own.

Cleosia turned to look at her other two books lying completely unharmed, and in prefect condition. 

Cleosia picked up the messy note.

'She ate she drank she died.

Alive beside the fire.

Her body burned at the stake.

May the world never aspire.'

Cleosia stared confused at the letter. 

As she gathered the novels up, she noted their names.

'The Story of Fire'.

'The Fire Crown'.

Cleosia stared at the burnt cover, trying to make out the words.

'The Fire Witch' it read, it's title messily mixed which was clearly the aftermath of the fire. 

The pages lay skewn across the feild, blending in with the white perfectly. 

The area surrounding her shack had just been coated with a layer of fresh snow, just high enought for Cleosia to see the corner of a yellow post-it sticking out awkwardly from the ground.

It must have been put together with the previous note, but was blown off by the wind.

Cleosia's shoes were wet and heavy, her hands were cold, and her teeth were chattering. 

But with each step, Cleosia forced herself to step towards the note, heaving in a ragged breath each time. 

Cleosia clenched her jaw as her fingers slipped into the cold snow pulling out the note with a yank.

The corners of the post-it were covered with frost and decorated with little snowflakes. 

It was the same messy handwriting again that covered the page, but only five words were scrawled down.

Cleosia squinted, trying to see the words that had been written.

The snow had worn down the paper, leaving it a mushy mess.

The ink had beld through mixing letters together, to seem as if they were one.

Cleosia gasped as her fingers traced each letter, slowly peicing the message together.

Cleosia's eyes widened in fear as she slowly digested the words written on the sticky.

'Run little fire girl. Run.'

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Act 2: The Prince With no Face

THE SMALL CITY BUSTLED LOUDLY.

From Celosia's understanding, the more people, the easier to blend in. Period. There was no arguing in that.

As she swiftly ran through the crevices of people, she automatically pulled her hood closer to head to protect her eyes.

The fire like particles swirled through them angrily as she placed eye contacts in one by one. 

The color of the ocean.

The many villagers around her didn't note her at all a she passed them in a blur, making sure not to look at their eyes. Their main focus was on their stands, and to catch any little thiefs that attempted to rob them blind.

The sun pounded heatedly on all things but the excitement coursing through the city destroyed any evident notice of the heat.

Celosia reached her usual corner in record time as she placed down her satchel and sat on the floor for another round of storytelling.

Her mouth quirked up into a smile as she saw her usual regulars crowd around her once more.

Without any hesitation, Celosia started to tell, the story of a prince with no face.

First Chapter: The  Prince With no Face

 The darkness hid his face as he skimmed through the pages of his book. His fingers brushed the paper gently as the wind smoothed his hair onto his forehead.

The moon kissed his skin gently as his finger followed the words.

"Once upon a time." He whispered, his voice gliding along the breeze. 

He spoke softly but his mouth did not move. 

He would blink but his eyes did not flutter.

He would smile, but his dimples would never show.

The prince could only continue to tell his story soundlessly as he blended into the night.

"You can't continue to tell your stories for the rest of your life." 

The prince turned to see Amber; the only one who'd ever seen the real him.

His scarred horrendous face slowly snuck into the light as Amber stared at him.

"Yes I can." He spat at her, his burnt skin curling and burning with irritation.

"No you can't." Amber replied curtly, her eyes skimming the prince's face. "Hiding will only make it worse." 

The prince stared at Amber as he took note of the beautiful lady standing in front of him.

Her blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin, she'd never know how it felt to be like him. To be ugly.

"You don't know." He whispered as he picked up the metal mask, adjusting the straps around his head. "You really don't know."

"What don't I know?" Amber yelled at the prince angrily, her eyes shining ferociously.

"I want to help you but if you don't help yourself first, how am I supposed to help you?!"

The prince shook his head sadly, and stared at Amber miserably. "And you think I don't want help?"

The prince stared at her, before turning and walking away, the darkness sheilding their secrets away.

Stories had always been an escape for the prince. 

When life got to tough, he'd read tales and sink into their pages.

As the prince walked through the halls of his library, he skimmed the covers as he picked the threads with his nails.

"My Leige have you picked a tale yet?" The librarian asked him as she watched him look over the novels. "i'd suggest 'Beauty and the Beast'. Absolute classic." 

The prince stared at the librarian thinking over her suggestion through the holes of his mask. 

"Hmm. What's the plot?"

The librarian grinned as she folded her arms.

"It's a beautiful story line actually. It's about how a beast and a beautiful girl fall in love." The librarian swooned, her smile widening.

"I'll try it."

The librarian hurried to get the book.

"Perfect."

As the prince sat himself in his usual lounge chair, he placed the book on his lap as he stared at the cover.

It was an old red leather cover with a golden rose emprinted onto it.

The spine was split but as the prince flipped through the pages, it moaned and croaked.

The prince let out a sigh as he delicately flipped the pages, beginning his journey into another world again.

During the time Celosia was storytelling, she hadn't noticed the growing crowd surrounding her.

As her eyelashes fluttered open, she'd realized the hat in front of her was quite full, as long with all the people and gazes focused on her.

Celosia smiled as she boomed with pride.

"That's all for today." Celosia smiled as the crowd started groaning in annoyance. 

The sun was setting as Celosia shooed the many to leave, while packing her things up.

Celosia's eyes darted around the square until they locked with a pair of icy blue orbs. 

They were hidden by a silver mask, decorated with rubies. 

It was like the prince in her stories but this time in real life.

Celosia stared at the man.

Using the only thing horror stories had taught her,

Celosia screamed.

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