Fey

June 10th, 762 The Glen Wood age 10
It began with fire
Fire. The nymph’s first enemy and phobia.
And the woods were burning with it.
All Faithfeyan Nymph had ever known was going up in smoke. And all she could do was watch as her family and possessions fell victim to the flames.
Fey tried to enter, but the heat turned her away. She had never felt so hopeless. And then, suddenly the flames began to reach out with fingers, a hungry maw waithing to devour her. She turned to run but the earth had turned against her. Tendrils of earth trapped her legs. The heat was drying her out and was beginning to fry her hair. She struggled against the bonds only to fall to—
Fey sat up in a sweat drenched bed to hit her head on the too-close cealing.
“Oww…” It was that nightmare again. The same one that had plagued her for over two years. That was the night she had lost all but her oldest brother and the few heirlooms to the wild fire.
The orphanage house was still dark and quiet—a rare time for the house that was bursting with young kids who needed the extra energy to distract themselves from the nightmares.
Fey crept down the ladder of the 3-tired bunk bed and quietly moved out of the girl’s 2nd dorm room.
The breeze outside chilled her still—damp nightgown. She gasped at the sudden cold and gulped in the cool night air.
“Nightmares again?” came a quiet voice.
Fey jumped and swirled to see a boy two years older then her with untidy raven hair towering just under a foot over her.
“Yes, then come every night. And its always the same-those terrible flames that I can never get away from.” Fey glanced at the dark figure. “So you’re back from Jorminyn, Ronan. Is it like what everyone says it is?”
Ronan’s eyes grew wistful as he looked out at the false dawn. “Yes, that an so much more. You have a family who understands you, and its magical every day. You can finally fit in.” He turned to the tiny green haired girl. “It’s going to be your first year, isn’t it? Well I’ll be sure to introduce you to my friends, I’m looking forward to it. Jorminyn won’t know what hit it…” And with that he ruffled her hair and walked back into the cottage.
Fey stayed outside to watch the sky grow rosy as the sun worked it’s way up the horizon. It almost looks like fire on the horizon. Fey gave and internal shudder. I can’t wait to get out of this place. Brother should be there—Jorminyn.
By now the sun had cleared the horizon and the orphanage was beginning to wake up. With a sigh Fey walked back into the house.

(OOC I need someone to rp Ronan)