[centre][b][color=a0410d]--Vlad--[/color][/b][/centre]


[centre][i]Snow was slowly falling everywhere, covering the forest in a beautiful layer of pure white. And no sound was heard, except the wind quietly howling. A young red haired boy, around the age of 16, was looking up at the sky when a snowflake fell on his nose. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, with a smile of satisfaction. He was enjoying the serene calmness. He was wearing thick white clothing with an orange patch on his arm, the sign of the fire witches. 


But his moment of peace was broken when a girl suddenly pulled his arm, waking him up from his little moment of rest. [b][color=a0410d]"Wake up you idiot! We have to continue before it gets dark..."[/color][/b] She looked irritated but also amused at how easily the boy could get distracted at the most simple things [b][color=a0410d]"... You know how terrible master Lena is when she's angry"[/color][/b]. The girl was slightly shorter than the witch and had long, full red hair, a face as pale as the snow covered in small beautiful freckles and light green eyes. Needless to say, she was beautiful. The boy sighted while refusing to look her in the eyes, every time he did he'd start blabbering like an idiot. [b][color=a0410d]"It's just.."[/color][/b] he muttered [b][color=a0410d]" .. the snow, you don't see it often around here, it's so beautiful.."[/color][/b] he raised his open hand, which was not covered in scars or burn marks, [b][color=a0410d]"And yet so fragile"[/color][/b]


The girl looked at him with a look of "you're such an idiot" but then looked up at the sky, where the snow was still slowly drifting downwards. [b][color=a0410d]"I guess you're right, it really is beautiful.. BUT"[/color][/b] she suddenly yelled [b][color=a0410d]" We're fire witches Vlad, and most of us hate the cold and everything related to it, you're just so different"[/color][/b]. Vlad looked down, with a disappointed face. The girl pulled his arm again but this time gently. [b][color=a0410d]"But it doesn't mean it's something bad, it makes you an really interesting person"[/color][/b] she said with a smile....


Suddenly, everything faded to black and a loud scream was heard. 


[b][color=a0410d]"AAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAA!!"[/color][/b]
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Vlad suddenly awoke, with eyes widespread. He was breathing heavily, and was sweating. His scars were extremely painful as well, which covered his hands, arms and parts of his chest. But the pain was nothing compared to the looming sadness he felt seeing those memories again. But this all was forgotten when the witch realized that he wasn't in his room, he tried to sit up but the painful scars made him fall back right away on the back. Something wet was on his chest, some sort of rag which probably fell off when he tried to get up. And the bed he was laying on was comfortable, and the room itself was beautiful. But his small moment of appreciation melted away like ice in the sun when he saw who was sitting on the chair next to the bed he was on. It was that stubborn catwoman from before, but she didn't seem to notice that the witch was awake. 


Vlad observed her, she didn't seem hostile at all. She was lost in her book. [i][color=a0410d]"What should I do? I doubt I can take her on in this condition.. I can't even stand up"[/color][/i] he squinted his eyes as the pain shoot through his body. [i][color=a0410d]"... But if she really meant harm, I wouldn't be laying here so what to do.." [/color][/i]and after a small moment of silence, he cleared his throat and slowly raised himself. It was painful but not as much as the first time. He looked at the woman and asked calmly [b][color=a0410d]"Who are you and why are you doing this?"[/color][/b][/centre]


[@Aspen Wren]