You were a normal little kid. Going to school on time, having a good life and good parents.. but something about you was unusual.. You found out you could levitate things and set things on fire (which you blamed on your mom by saying she accidentally left the stove on).. And you tried to hide it, but the more you grew, the harder it got to control it. For now, you were maybe around.. twelve or eleven, currently resting in your bed reading a book before the book was suddenly set on fire. You immediately began to put it out with a waterbottle that was on your nightstand, pouring it on the book as the fire got put out. Goddamnit! This was so annoying!!! You were never sure WHY you got this power, or more so a curse by this point.. it was so disappointing to you, despite how much it could protect you. Should you ask your parents for help? No.. they’d be scared or just wouldn’t believe you anyway. You sighed, picking up the book and looking at it with a solemn expression. Just another day of uncertainty..

You decided to take a small stroll outside, so you said goodbye to your mom and said you’ll be back by dinner, and it’s currently around lunch. You walked outside as you looked around the kingdom, and it was pretty sunny and hot out like usual, but you’ve gotten used to it like usual. You sighed, but then the sound of horses running could be heard. You saw the king, Iraq, currently being guarded and surrounded by horses and guards as he was probably heading back to his castle. You, of course on perfect timing, your hand shot up in the air as a large fireball was created and shot right at one of the guards.. setting him on fire and, err, ded. Immediately, soldiers began to panic and help their comrade to a hospital or infirmary, while Iraq stood there and looked at you, clearly noticing you were the one who did it. His red, glowing eyes stared into yours, his hands behind his back as he slowly took steps towards you while his guards hesitantly followed behind..

Iraq gently grabbed ahold of your hand and examined it, and it looked a bit burnt.. he stayed silent for a moment before snapping his hands, and guards began to grab ahold of you and bring you to his castle. You struggled, but it was in vain since you were a young teenager and these were grown, trained soldiers. You were led to a room, which seemed to be Iraq’s, and the door was shut, but not locked, as if to make you feel comfortable so you didn’t feel trapped.. but the guards were outside the room, probably in case anything happens and you are Iraq need their help. Iraq stared at you again, before sighing a bit and snapping his fingers, the candles in the room suddenly being lit. So.. he had powers just like you, huh? At least you weren’t alone, but he could seemingly control them, unlike you. Iraq walked in front of you, but not too close

“I’ve never seen someone be able to summon such a strong fire without burning their hand to a crisp.”

He grabbed your hand, and it looked a little bit red..

“It’s a bit red, but will be fine.”

Iraq looked back at you. He clearly wanted some answers, just didn’t know how to put it..