[center][h1][color=708090] Taran Fisherson[/color][/h1][/center]

He shouldn't have dared to come. He had no idea where we was. Nothing looked familiar. Everything around him seemed to glowing like crystals. It also just felt wrong to be in the forest, like he didn't belong there. Taran knew that somewhere up ahead there should be town, Seren's folly. It was there that he hoped someone would be able to help him get rid of the curse that had plagued him his whole life. This...magic or whatever. 

But he had misjudged the time and darkness had come on quicker than he had expected.  Taran hated the night the most, there was just so much out there in the dark. So he made the decision to camp out in a tree, like usual, rather than try to fumble his way to the town.  That was where he slept, for a while at least. 

Taran soon heard voices, female by the sound of it, talking not horribly far away from his tree. They were...beautiful and seemed utterly unafraid of the forest and the night.  He was content to just stay in his tree and watch them, but then another shadow caught his eye. From the shadows there came a large, white wolf. Which was enough to startle him out of his tree. 

He landed with an ungraceful 'thump' that could be heard throughout the forest and definitely across a small clearing. He stood up as quickly as he could and was about to shout wolf, but two things stop him. 

The first was that one of the women seemed to be petting the wolf. And worse, his hands had caught fire in his fear. Looking down he noticed two small brush fires in the shape of his hands had formed. [color=708090]"Shit,"[/color] he muttered,trying to stomp them out before the woman saw what he had done.  In his hurry, his hands brushed against a bush and that too burst into flames.[color=708090] "Crap, sorry!"[/color] was all he could think to say. [color=708090]"Damn, sorry, I didn't mean...." [/color]he said again, close to tears as his hand brushed against the tree he had been sleeping in and that too started to burn.  He instinct  was to run, but with a bush fire, two brush fires and a tree fire started in the past four seconds, he needed to pull himself together. He took a small step to the side and curled himself into a ball, trying calm himself down enough to make his  hands stop creating fires. 

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