I remember being angry, very angry. Sally called me a freak, a monster just because I had long hair that was a strange color. Just because my eyes were, near white. The next thing U knew, all that anger just exploded from me and it happened to set her house alight. I just stood there and stared as the memories that had been locked away flooded back to me.
I was a Fae. Moreover, not only that but I was one of the most powerful of the Fire Fae. I was fire and it was I who contained it in my body, I controlled it. I remembered Tyson, my irritating Prince of Frost. I remembered how the council lectured me on my “bad attitude” and how they stole my memories and threw me into this pathetic human body to live like them, so I could be humbled… tamed. Bad thing though, because if you play with fire then you’re going to get burned. I formulated a plan, I was going to over throw that dumb council that had me locked away, and I wasn’t going to play nice.