Twenty one years ago, an infant was plucked from her mother's arm and rushed off into the night. They knew the moment she was born that she was special. Her hair hair which should have been dark was a pale as the moons light. Red eyes glowed softly before fading to a pair of bright baby blues. If the King hadn't been so familiar with the prophecy, he would have thought this his child was cursed; most magic born children didn't develop their powers until later years. When the King realized what this meant, he devised a plan.<br/><br/>He knew of an old farmers family that had a son that was magic born. He was sent off to train with the last living mage master. The king gathered the two people he knew he could trust more than anyone. At first, he would have went with the one but it could have been suspicious for a man to travel alone with a newborn. The king held his wife as she cried in his arms when the baby was taken away from her but she knew it was for the best. Her daughter would be safe. The King and Queen would tell everyone the child was stillborn and they would weep for the child they would never know. They knew a war was coming and didn't want their daughter exposed to the violent world.<br/><br/>The man and the woman traveled for three days with the newborn who was surprisingly well behaved. She rarely cried or fussed; it was almost as if the girl knew to be quiet. When they arrived at the farmhouse, in the middle of the night, a sleepy husband and wife answered the door. The King's advisors were ushered into the house and the spoke of things to come until the sun rose. The baby, who was named Kylaris, was left with the strangers with enough money to get them through the years.<br/><br/>Growing up, Kylaris was a quiet yet an adventurous child. She would always test the limits of the boundaries; she would always wonder off a little too far. Lesa had always been patient with the child and loved her as if she was her own. When Kylaris was twelve, she had gotten so mad at her mom and dad while they were out in the field that fire had shot out of her fingers. Her parents had been expecting the day when her powers manifested but the had no idea what they could or let alone how destructive they were.<br/><br/>Kylaris saw herself as a freak but thankfully her parents had been down this road before. They sat her down and had a long talk with her, telling her how special she was and that one day she would be destined for great things. Over the next few years her powers brewed and festered within her. Her parents warned her of the dangers her powers held and what would happen if anyone ever found out that she had them. By the time, Kylaris was used to being different with her white hair. She had tried to use dyes and dirt to darken her hair but it never worked so she had to get used to the stares and whispers.<br/><br/>The summer after her twenty first birthday, she began to question why she had to be different and if she was destined for greatness, why was she still living with her parents? "I think they just don't wanna be lonely," she murmured to the grey and black horse named Storm. Storm huffed in response as she was tied to a tree. "I'll be back shortly. Behave."<br/><br/>Kylaris stepped into a wide open space that was surrounded by woods on three sides, a small pond in the middle, and a cave on the other side. She made her way over to the large cave with her bow drawn and arrow notched into it, ready to fire if necessary. The dark cave had become her safe place. The one place where she was free to let the fire out that built inside of her. If she didn't release it, she was scared it would consume her. She stepped into the dark cave and concentrated on the tip of the arrow and a moment later, it was engulfed in flames. The fire danced on the end but it didn't burn the arrow. It provided enough light in the cave that she could see. Once she knew the cave was empty, she flame diminished and she lowered her bow.<br/><br/>The cave was deep enough that it curved so Kylaris couldn't see the entrance. She took in a deep breath and focused; flames swirled around her hands but yet they didn't burn her. As she concentrated, the flames began their dance of wrapping around her arms and traveling upwards. They stopped at her elbows and she pushed for them to go farther. When it didn't work, she relaxed. She would keep trying until she succeeded. She sat down on the cold dirt floor and moved onto the next exercise. A ball of fire appeared in her hand and she worked on making it bigger before making it smaller. After a few hours had passed, she was exhausted. She would try again tomorrow.<br/><br/>She made her way out of the cave and was blinded by the sun. She inhaled deeply, as she closed her eyes. She felt the warmth of the sun on her face. A gentle breeze caressed her skin and made a few strands of white hair tickle her nose. The sounds of the wildlife scurrying through the trees and the sounds of birds being free met her ears.<br/><br/>Kylaris stood like that for some time, losing herself in the moment. With a sigh, she reopened her eyes and made her way back over to the horse. It was time to go home and help her parents.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1781" data-username="@Dark_Rez" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1781/">@Dark_Rez</a>