Walking through fire

It was a dark stormy night. No stars in the sky. No light to be seen. We walked in the shadows of the trees, passing through the houses in the village.

It was the tenth year we went to the cemetery to visit my mother. And yet, I couldn't share any tears. I didn't know her. She died on my birthday, the moment I was born.

Some might have even called me a murderer and the reason my mom is dead. Hatred can change people. Specially Humans. YUCK.

Filthy creatures which just want to believe whatever they want and those wizards who has Holy Magic flowing inside their blood streams. They've created a religion based on their fake notions. They created a ritual which they call it "as a way to get closer to God." But it's all a scam. A Brainwash due to Holy Magic. They've burned women believing they were Satanists or witches.

Saying "It's the will of God." There's is no god! It's a Goddess. Over the years after my mom died. The religion got enormous in such a brief time.

That's a blasphemy! Honestly. It gives me goosebumps just the thought of what those vile creatures do to their own kind.

Anyway… I'm half Demon, ¼ Dragon, and ¼ Human. But my appearance is a Humanoid. I do have a demon appearance, but it depends on my mood…

…It has been three years since Ag has been teaching me how to use magic. Auntie K said that it's rare for someone to have the capacity to wield magic. She told me that the only ones who had it was The Goddess of Creation, Natura – who helped the goddess on the creation of our planet, she is now known as Mother Nature –, The King of the city which sank, The Council of The Ancient Dragon siblings, and a couple humans that were considered Witches due to their abundance of magic.

Ag is a witch who can manipulate four of the main elements. She might be the most powerful being alive, and she doesn't age.

Auntie K is a dragonkin although she is well-versed in martial arts and have a lot of stamina, even though she doesn't realize it, I can tell that she enhances her attacks and her defense postures using wind magic with cause much more impact.

Ag can manipulate fire, water, earth, and wind. Although, her knowledge is more suitable for earth and water.

She has been teaching me how to use my abilities to the fullest. I was born with a strong amount of scarlet-colored energy strings tangled withing my soul. When someone have the capacity to manipulate an element, these knots will appear withing their soul with the color that symbolizes their element. If the color is darker or stronger it means it has greater power, but if it's a pastel or lighter tone it means that their magic is weak or fainting. Although, beings with no strings imbued withing them doesn't have the qualifications.

When a baby is born, usually their family takes them to a witch doctor to check their health and to see if they were born with magical ability. The numbers of babies born with magical powers was draining since the Holy magic users decided to interrupt the rules of the world and changed some of the details on how and when do the babies get the gifts.

Auntie K has a charm though. Her light blue long curly hair and her dark blue eyes that reflected the stary night, her skin was a pale tone of porcelain, and she has a couple markings on her arms, legs, and face. It resembled her tribe's attributes.

When I was six years old, Ag started her daily lessons. She taught me how to manipulate and generate fire, read, write, and decipher codes. Meanwhile, Auntie K was teaching me how to use martial arts.

Tough teacher she is. Beat me down over five hundred times for four years. Although, I eventually built up my stamina and endurance have gotten progressively stronger.

Ag is sort of a detective. She had these boxes full of puzzles that she had collected during her travels. She taught me how to engrave letters on a material called paper using fire manipulation.

Paper has been created a couple of years ago and it was expensive at first, since it was a new kind of writing material.

Using paper, letters, and words she taught me how to read, solve, and write coded messages. People believe that fire is an orange tone of red but there isn't only one color of fire. For example, I use pink flames to carve words into paper, stone, and wood, and use pink fire to erase it. Pink flamed fire is kind of an illusion. It doesn't hard but it can erase and write stuff without damaging the body.

…When we got back home, Ag told me to go with her to the backyard to train. Our backyard covers a whole forest of one thousand square meters. Which was given as one of my birthdays presents by my grandfather's younger brother, The King of Great Britain. He wasn't really a nice guy. He looked shady. The only reason he gave me that as my birthday present was because my grandfather asked him as his dying wish…

I was born with eyes that can surpass the living realm. There's no one in History who had these abilities, so I had to learn about them on my own. When I was seven, I woke up one day and saw something, someone. The face was kind of blurry since I didn't know how to control it yet.

According to Ag, the one I described was a Satan. Humans think that Devils are the same thing as Satan, but they're not. Devil is a title acquired by the Demon King, while Satan is the name given to the dead Demon King. The only Satan I have spoken to and seen was my grandfather Belial. He told about my father, The Devil who symbolizes Pride, the one who built a scheme to imprison him and my grandma Lilith inside a cell and planned their execution through burning them at a stake that reached a hundred degrees Celsius, which evaporated the water inside their bodies, making them die of dehydration.

Ag told me that with enough practice, I would be able to generate a fire that would do the exact same thing. I should probably be careful with it though…

…I barely went out to the village; I couldn't stand going outside and an immediately magnetic sea of eyes starred at me as soon as I step foot outside. I'm living life as a prisoner in my own country. Ag wanted to protect me, so she put a field created by combining wind and earth magic. No one from the outside was able to see us. The only thing they were able to see was a human family, which was an illusion created by that field.

We heard about an "event" that was going to happen later that week. Ag overheard the guards talking about some ceremony which would be happening at the village's center and every villager had to attend, since there were magic casters with the ability to use holy magic coming to the kingdom.

The knights were reading a scroll sent by the current king. They were surrounded by plebians. What filthy rats if I say so myself. Holy Magic isn't really something that exists. It's just a subcategory of light magic which focuses on brainwash, mind control, truth seeking, and makes your lies sound as if they are prophesies and everyone believes it.

Well… Holy Magic Users are terrible people. They have been building a religion based on fake knowledges for years. They put all their ideals inside a book that has one-thousand-two-hundred-eighty-one pages. The kingdom started forcing everyone to read it. They handed out copies of it. It's thicker than Ashmore 782, an alchemy book written by Elias Ashmore. I met him once. He was a distinguished intellectual. Who believed in the supernatural. He was a good man. He came back to England to learn more about the elements. He had heard about Ag's ability to manipulate the four main elements and came to study with us.

This might be confusing, believe me, I feel the same way. Each race age differently. Humans age annually, they are known as the mortal race due to their aging process which makes them die quicker. Merfolk age decennial, so they celebrate their birthdays every ten-years. Half-elves age tricennial, every thirty-years. Elves age sexadennial, every sixty-years. Dryads age every eighty years. Demons and Gods age every one-hundred-years. Nymphs age every one-hundred-and-five-years. Dragonkin age every one-hundred-and-fifty-years. Dragons age every two-hundred-years. Which means that in humans counting. I was ten x (one hundred + two hundred) = three thousand years old at that time? Not sure.

But anyway, those tedious humans dressed in metal always find a way to annoy me.