((THIS IS NOT CANON BTW!!))

Fire Spirit was walking alone in a dark forest. It was not the best idea…he is quite literally made of fire - 600 to 800 degrees celsius fire..anyhow, he heard shuffling in a tree. He looked up, and saw an arrow…coming directly for him?! He flinched, trying to dodge but he failed to move away in time. The arrow hit him in the chest, as the person who shot the arrow jumped down hesitantly from the tree, rushing to his aid and talking quickly, panicked.

Oh my witches!! Are you alright? I didn’t mean to do that. I thought you were danger.

The man said. Fire Spirit looked at the figure, immediately catching eye contact. His luminous, soft, lime green eyes pierced into his plain red ones..