Fire Starter [Minecraft Diaries Fanfic]

Hai guys! So this is my new book it's very different from any other book I've ever made and it is a MineCraftDiaries Fanfic. But I was inspired by CarrotCupcakeCutie and her amazing Book called 'Our Dark Side' our books cross overs so go check out her awesome book! Follow her,Comment and vote on her book!She deserves it! 😘  I own none of the original MineCraftDiaries characters.

(Warning probably not edited cuz I was too excited....my bad)

You see... I wasn't always apart of Pikoro village. I actually never even knew of such a place. I grew up in Tu'la. My parents have been there forever. They've told me stories about how they've fell in love, when they met, there wedding day and all.

There was once a time where all the villages were at peace. They weren't all greedy, In Fact they were all in a way, friends. Everything was always happy. There was always enough food, water, homes and jobs. Everyone was equal....or at least almost everyone.

When I was born, I was born at a time when people discovered witches and their capabilities. There powers. In stead of being mesmerized by the witches and their powers people feared them. Hated them. Killed them. My parents weren't witches, warlocks. Nothing. Just people, trying to raise a family.

My mother was a strong woman. She was religiously stubborn. Once she believed in something, that was it. It would never change, and one of the few things she believed in was equality. She was a people person. She made everyone smile, she was so generous, and...happy. She met my father when she was 18 or so. He worked for the fisheries, not the best job but it payed.

She truly loved him. Around the time she had me a war broke out and my father didn't hesitate to help. It was a devastation for Tu'la. Tu'la wasn't all ways powerful you know. They were once....average.

But don't think that's where the story ends because no, my father came back alive and well. My parents were so happy. They had there new daughter, and each other. That's all they needed. But....I suppose I let them down.

Once I turned 2 or so, I began to show some signs of magics. My mother was thrilled. She loved magic, she studied it for years, but never had any of her own. My father on the other hand... He was worried. Tu'la already got over the devastation and deaths from the attack before, and they've had time to educate themselves further about witches, warlocks, relics and all. Back then, they were known for hating magic users, in fact they would kill them purposely.

They believed that the attack was preformed by magic users and that they were all evil, which if anyone could see that was false.

My father hid my powers as they developed, but my mother would take me out near the beach so I could preform fire dances and moving figures with in flames. We would always crate a little bonfire, even if it would only last for an hour or two.

The beach was safe. There was nothing to harm or burn down like a forest. Although water burned me, it was for the best to just stay on the sand. The water can only harm me if I'm using my power but since I was young and still learning to control my power it burned me all the time.

Burning my clothes as a child was a difficulty too. If I got too mad, or even out of hand it would burn everything. So as I grew up I learned to wear tighter and almost scaly material under my clothes since I found out it wouldn't burn so easily.

Once I turned 8 the village found out about my powers. And sadly we were still with in the years they hated magics. At first it was just scary not knowing what the people thought of me. My parents never told me exactly everything that the lord and people said. With in that time I couldn't leave the house. I never left my room. I was scarred of myself. What I was, what I'll become.

I tried to behave, and to not use my magics. My parents didn't deserve it. Any of it. After a couple of weeks, a bunch of people came rioting out side our house. I just yelled at them to go away and cried. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know what I could do.

Eventually, the lord of Tu'la came to my house and before I knew it they dragged my parents out of the house. They took them. The last thing I heard from my parents was 'run, I love you'

I ran like I've never ran before. I remember crying the whole way. I don't remember how long exactly...but I ran away and blamed myself every single day. Every. Single. Day. Every minute. Second. Everytime I breathed in I kept thinking that I didn't deserve to breathe.

After a while, I heard news that the 'witches parents where dead'. They killed them. I could barley breathe. But I didn't cry. I couldn't cry anymore. No. I set the Forrest on fire, and left in style. It was a warning. Like a wave goodbye, but not forever no. I would certainly be back.

After weeks or months I lived by myself. Wandering. I had nothing but a bracelet my mother got me and my fathers red sword. Everyday was just as repetitive as the next. Just as depressing, and sickening as the next. Until, one day, I met a girl. I didn't mean to. It was by accident. If anything she found me.

Her name was Hailey. We talked a bit. But soon I learned that she came from a place called Pikoro. Pikoro sounded like a safe haven for me. A place full of acceptance and pride. A place where she assured me I would be safe. In a way, Hailey saved me. Since then, I vowed to repay her although there wasn't anything in the world that could even out the debt. I had to try.

Hailey believed in me. In every step. She taught me about magics and things that I never thought I could do. She told me stories, about her friend and lord before her. Hailey spoke so fawned of her, she spoke in such happiness and positivity about Lucinda. That's what the woman's name was. From the way Hailey spoke about her, you could have sworn Lucinda was a god.

Through out the years I've been at Pikoro, I've learned so much. I wasn't anyone special there though...at the time. I was just a normal villager. Until Tu'la struck Pikoro. I was beyond scarred. I believe I was around 12 or 13 at the time.

But I was more enraged, when I found out they've taken some of our people. So like any other hot headed, angered, person with fire powers I blew them up into flames. I killed almost every Tu'la guard that was to be seen in the area. I killed a lot of people. I was a bit shaken about it. But then again, I saved every single person. Not even one was unaccounted for.

Hailey looked like a proud mother, and thanked me. Days after I was officially Head guard. I was so happy. I was finally happy. Some objected to this but, I've been practising all my life to fight and control my power. I was stronger than any full grown villager. Ever since then, I've been by Hailey's side through thick and thin, and I plan on staying there for a very long time.