Temp title #1337

Standing amongst the flames, the flames dancing around me unnoticed, I stare up at the sky, now visible through the newly formed hole in my roof. “Why…why did I have to be born into magic?!?" Clutching at my head I drop to my knees. "I just wanted to be normal..." screaming out, the flames reacting, growing in size and intensity, until everything surrounding me is engulfed in an inferno of my anger and hatred, burning away all that remained of what my family had left me. "I will be normal..." I whisper as the flames die, sirens in the distance. Getting to my feet, I wander off into the night. "I swear, I will be normal"

Several Months later, several borders and a new continent away. “May I get you anything else?” Looking up, my eyes locking onto the waitresses, she squirms under my gaze, unable to break away. “uhh…sir?” Fidgeting more, she scurries off when I break my gaze from hers.

Shaking my head, I slowly sip the same coffee I had ordered an hour again. Surfing the internet for news and jobs. “When will they come after me again…” I mutter under my breath. Checking my bank account I cringe, having very few funds left after escaping to America, having burned down a large part of Russia. Shaking my head I can’t help but think that it’s so hard to convince anyone that I actually am from Russia until I show them my papers. My parents were Americans who moved there for their job. Which as I know today, was just a cover up for their true actions. “Damned mages…” downing the rest of my coffee, I get up and go to pay my bill rest of my coffee, I get up and go to pay my bill