@thefireprincessazula The rumors spread like wildfire, something she could not stop. Could she not just rest? No, because her greatest fear (One of the many) was now realized. Someone was after her for her power, well her morph really. She had foolishly let it take over when she was in danger. She remembered razing that entire place to the ground. Pink flames licking at every surface it could catch on. She remembered it well. The Creation was satisfied. She was horrified. Now she was trying her best to hide from those trying to search for her. She had heard rumors of the Fire Lord’s daughter tracking her down. She wasn’t sure what was true and what was not. She had not seen any signs of the person, but she figured she wouldn’t be out in plain sight for her to spot. To be honest, she didn’t really know what she looked like. Great. As if fate decided to screw her over, she heard the snapping of tree branches. Stiffening at the sound, she struggled to locate where it exactly was coming from. The Creation was silent. She was trembling, tightening her grip on her bag. She felt awful, truly she did not like being tracked down like this. She didn’t want to fight, but she had a feeling she would have to soon.
















