The young girl stared at the sign with interest.<span style="font-style: italic">Heroes wanted</span>she thought. "I suppose I could be made into a hero of some sort." she muttered to herself, brushing her red-tipped blond hair out of her eyes. She had been in this town for years, and she still had never heard of this sort of meeting, a meeting of heroes.<br/><br/>Most people in the town knew her, if they knew she even existed, as the girl who burned down the big house down on Maple Street. That had been her parent's house, before the accident. A fire had burned in her soul and consumed all she met, which was a good reason to keep to herself. She was only 5 years old, but she still remembered it as if it was yesterday. The flames, the screaming, all was etched into her mind.<br/><br/>She had a red T-shirt on, with a black symbol that, if someone looked at, would remind them of a flame. Her long skirt was made of denim, with the edges scorched off.<br/><br/>Aris stood in front of the billboard, keeping herself in the shadows. She had no need to hurt anyone else, like she had hurt her parents. She didn't expect anyone to pay her any mind at this, meeting of sorts, but she decided if anyone knew how to control an elemental spirit such as herself, it would be this Ellam Entalist.