Sketch #4

He looked at her. Why was she so focus on his eyes? There was something wrong with them? 

Why didn't she leave? Stupid human. If she was normal she would be running. 

But her eyes were different from other humans. It look like they were changing color: from green to blue. 

"Who are you?", he asked in a deep voice. 

She looked down as if she was hurt by what he said? 

Who was she? 

"Leave. Now. This isn't a place for a little girl."

She looked at him outrage. She rolled up her sleeves as if to fight him. 

He smiled. Why was that happening with him? If that girl new what he was... 

But in her arms were runes that he recognise. Runes that allow her to speak different languages; to be recognise as gifted. 

She was like him. But not Odracid. 

He never saw her. And how she was looking to him... He knew. She was looking for him. Hunting him. 

However, she wasn't attacking him. 

His fire wanted to get close to her, to involve her. Maybe kill her. 

"I don't want to hurt you"

"I know", she said getting closer. 

The fire touch his skin, ready for action. 

"Just stop", he asked. 

The fire surrounding his hands hipnotised Alma. That was his gift; his curse; her death. 

It was so clear to her - the vision. Being burn alive. 

It was her past, or her future?

Fire