Amelia loved the park, especially at night. It was her place to set her fires and see if Shikon would appear again to join her in a night of chaos and fun. Her current target was a single bin of garbage already on fire. She began to play with the flames, shifting them into different shapes, currently focused on a dragon that attacked a few flaming soldiers. She grinned, the red streaks in her hair lit up, on fire and flowing magically with the wind. Her eyes were bright red as she did this. The Fire goddess was in control. That's what the bums called her. They were right. She was a god. At least in her own mind.
Soon, she grew tired, had the dragon eat the soldiers and let the fire twirl around her as she danced to her own beat, as if she was at a rave. "This is the life."
Soon, she grew tired, had the dragon eat the soldiers and let the fire twirl around her as she danced to her own beat, as if she was at a rave. "This is the life."