Imbeciles... Spiro thought to himself as the forest burned with bright blue flames. Thieves dared tried to attack his host? All without soulstones of there own? Fools, the lot of them.

She had been blessed. The first in her village to ever be born with a soulstone. The bright blue gem shining on the back of her neck like jewelry. And as she grew soul in her stone grew stronger as well gaining the ability to speak and take visible form. As the years went be he learned to interact with the physical world learning and growing along with his host. Soon he surpassed most humans in strength and eventually reach a power completely unknown to be within the reach of the souls bound to soulstones. His host had named him Spiro, and he swore to protect her with every ounce of his strength.

He looked over the burning trees from his spot in the sky, and with a flick of his wrist the flames were gone. He fell out of his flying stance and returned to his host in her carriage.

"The thieves have run off. The caravan is safe. We may continue to the capital." He sooner see the world burned then the dreams of his host crushed. She wanted to go to the capitol to start a business, and he would be sure it happened without issue.