She stood with her back to the wind, looking around. This was the place she'd found herself. After eight years, she now stood looking to the place she had been living for awhile. She crept through the chain link fence, much like she had before. The place gave her the chills, but this was worth it. It was time to relive it and start healing. Her past was sorrowful, but it was time to face it. The small lot was covered in tall, dying grass, with various odds and ends of whatever people through over the fence. The house was lebih of a shed, rundown, and boarded up tightly. But there was enough room for her to slip through in the broken chimney. The smell of dust and blood filled her senses and she wanted to run away. But this wasn't the time to do so. Her hand brushed on the floor before she stood and looked at the little hideout.
One one dinding stood a little oven, old and broken, yellowing with age. Beside it was a krat that had been her meja, jadual for years, a plastic, broken plate on the floor. The remains of what had been a sink were still hanging to one side, water slowly dripping to the molding floor. There was a cardboard box on the other side of the room, tattered blankets and newspapers making up her bed. This had been her utama of two years. Animal remains and droppings littered the floor and mantle of the fireplace. Taped up on the dinding sejak her old katil was a very faded photograph of a little girl with a huge smile.
Seeing the picture of herself made her sad; that girl knew nothing beyond the selamat, peti deposit keselamatan boundaries of her family. She sighed softly, looking at the sad remains of what she last remembered. This was where her life had started, where all her memories ended. She could faintly remember people, her parents, her brother. But beyond that, she had no recollection of anything before her life here. She had wandered the house when she was younger, the first time she'd been there, and remembered finding nothing. But now able to use her instincts and powers efficiently, she could smell another scent, one that had her mind reeling. Flashes of what could have been broken memories flooded her senses and she swayed for a minute. After everything slowed, she quietly moved to look through the rooms. They both were emptied, remains of what the house had once been.
“Hello there, kitty cat.”
A deep voice caused her to turn quickly, readying herself. A boy stood there. His raven hair framed his face and his piercing emas eyes stared at her. His skin was a light zaitun color. And he had cat ears and a tail, onyx like her own.
“You've grown up quite nicely, I must say.”
She looked at him.
“D-do I know you...?”
He smiled, something akin to the smile of a Cheshire cat.
“You will. I'm here to help. You're looking for family, yes?”
Her hati, tengah-tengah raced.
“Do anda know them?”
That smile again.
“Do anda want to find them, kitten?”
“Yes!”
“Then come with me. I'll lead anda home.”
One one dinding stood a little oven, old and broken, yellowing with age. Beside it was a krat that had been her meja, jadual for years, a plastic, broken plate on the floor. The remains of what had been a sink were still hanging to one side, water slowly dripping to the molding floor. There was a cardboard box on the other side of the room, tattered blankets and newspapers making up her bed. This had been her utama of two years. Animal remains and droppings littered the floor and mantle of the fireplace. Taped up on the dinding sejak her old katil was a very faded photograph of a little girl with a huge smile.
Seeing the picture of herself made her sad; that girl knew nothing beyond the selamat, peti deposit keselamatan boundaries of her family. She sighed softly, looking at the sad remains of what she last remembered. This was where her life had started, where all her memories ended. She could faintly remember people, her parents, her brother. But beyond that, she had no recollection of anything before her life here. She had wandered the house when she was younger, the first time she'd been there, and remembered finding nothing. But now able to use her instincts and powers efficiently, she could smell another scent, one that had her mind reeling. Flashes of what could have been broken memories flooded her senses and she swayed for a minute. After everything slowed, she quietly moved to look through the rooms. They both were emptied, remains of what the house had once been.
“Hello there, kitty cat.”
A deep voice caused her to turn quickly, readying herself. A boy stood there. His raven hair framed his face and his piercing emas eyes stared at her. His skin was a light zaitun color. And he had cat ears and a tail, onyx like her own.
“You've grown up quite nicely, I must say.”
She looked at him.
“D-do I know you...?”
He smiled, something akin to the smile of a Cheshire cat.
“You will. I'm here to help. You're looking for family, yes?”
Her hati, tengah-tengah raced.
“Do anda know them?”
That smile again.
“Do anda want to find them, kitten?”
“Yes!”
“Then come with me. I'll lead anda home.”
Name: Elizabeth Rose West
Alias: Flame (it's also her nickname that a lot of people call her)
Age: 11
Gender: Female
Personality: Flame is bright, brave, and bold. She has a lot of energy and loves to explore, also likes to have fun.
History: Her parents disappeared when she was younger and took care of herself until Wally found her and took her into his family and made her his foster sister.
Description: She has brown hair that is usually kept in a braid. Flame prefers her hair to be loose. Her eyes are green (the Phoenix she took care of had green eyes)
Power: is the fairy of the api, kebakaran phoenix
Other: Best Friends with Robin, she owns a pet penyu named Star. Flame sometimes gets herself into trouble if she doesn't listen to orders telah diberi to her. She met Robin on the hari that the team formed. The two became close friends.
You are hereby required and invited to attend her royal Highness,
Princess Rebecca Uccello Alvers' grand ball.
In honor of her royal birth tarikh of eighteen years.
Arrangements have been made in honor of your arrival.
An escort is ready to welcome anda
to our kingdom. As our honored guests, anda are permitted,
but not required, to bring one guest.
In high hopes and regards, with sincerest wishes, we hope anda will attend.
Her Imperial Highness,
Queen Minerva Alvers.