The Kolarin Cycle, Book One: Wildfire

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I came up with the idea for Wildfire a while ago but i was busy at the time and i never got around to it, but now i've finally started so here it goes. Wildfire is about a boy named Castir who was abandoned by his mother when he was little, she had given him into the care of a travelling circus of thieves, he quickly learns the skills of an acrobat and starts being sent on more dangerous missions, but the death of a loved one followed by the biggest heist of his life could ruin his.

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12. Chapter 11 Her Past

Castir consciousness woke up, but he didn't open his eyes yet, he wanted to figure out where he was. He listened to the birds chirping, it was morning, he felt the soft grass beneath him, he was probably outside. He could hear the sound of wind brushing through leaves. He was definitely outside. He took a deep breath in through his nose. He could smell something cooking, something that smelt delicious. He sniffed again and opened his eyes. He saw a fire crackling with a pan sitting over the top, it was bubbling and popping. Castir sat up and looked around, his hands weren't bound so he wasn't captured, his weapons were at his feet as well. A soft blanket had been laid over the top of him. He was wearing the clothes he wore last night, or was it last night. How long had he been sleeping?

'Good morning.' A man said to him cheerfully, he was tall in height and muscular, he wore long green pants that covered his feet and two diagonally positioned belts that covered his bare chest.

'Who are you?' Castir asked.

'THAT WAS RUDE!' A woman behind him yelled, she was about Castir's height and was wearing a bright pink dress that stopped mid thigh. The ends of the dress and sleeves were a lighter pink and fluffy. She wore knee high, lace up combat boots. That, and her shoulder length blue hair, made her look like the weirdest person he had ever seen.

'I'm sorry, good morning. Now who are you.'  Castir asked the man, the woman was intimidating and didn't look friendly. The woman just tossed her hands in the air and sat down next to the man. Rosemary walked out from behind a tree with Naran and Thyme, Rosemary and Thyme were laughing while Naran grinned confidently.

'Naran just told the funniest joke, it was… Oh, your awake Castir, its about time.' Rosemary said still laughing a bit. Emelra and Sage appeared out from behind their tent flap.

'I heard laughing, did we miss something?' Emelra asked, cheerfully.

'Not too much.' Thyme replied, everybody seemed to be in high spirits, except Castir, he was confused and miserable, because he still didn't know who they were. Naran sat down next to the man Rosemary had called Oak and started chatting happily like they had known each other for years. Thyme attempted conversation with the woman but gave up after the angry looks she received. The woman was in as foul a mood as Castir was.

'WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT IS GOING ON?' Castir yelled over the top of the babble of talk.

'I am so sorry, I have been rude.' Oak began.

'He's the one being rude…' The woman mumbled to herself angrily.

'My name is Oak and this is Wela, we make up two of the Elementalists.' Oak continued, we went to say more when he was cut off by Wela again.

'Now why'd you go and tell him that, he could be a spy.' Wela complained.

'Stop talking for a minute dear.' Oak said to her gently, the look on her face suggested she was offended, Castir didn't care, he didn't think he was going to get along with Wela.

'What element do you control?' Castir asked, he looked at both of them, Wela was glaring at the ground with such intensity, he wouldn't be surprised if it burst into flames. Her element was probably fire, the man was maybe water, because of his calm attitude, he imagined that the water Elementalist would be like him. But his name suggested otherwise.

'I am plants and Wela is water.' Oak said, smiling. Castir's mouth dropped open in response. That angry woman was water? Oak's name did suggest a connection to plants, he should've connected that, he wondered if he had changed is name to match his elements. Or if he was given the name at birth and decided to pursue a career that had ties to it.

'I hope you choke on a bug with your mouth hung open like that.' Wela said bitterly. She was just getting more fun to be around by the minute.

'I thought…' Castir began.

'That I would be water and Wela would be fire?' Oak cut off, he sighed and rolled his eyes.

'People tend to think that, because Wela tends to be...Aggressive, while I take on a more, calm side.' Oak explained.

'Who are you calling aggressive?' Wela asked angrily. She stood above them both with the scariest face that had ever gone across a persons face. In an attempt to save Oak and Castir's lives Sage stepped forward.

'When you two were approaching, I could only sense three bodies, Oak's and the two horses. As well as a large body of water.' She explained.

'My body is made out of water, what's it to you?' Wela spat. Sage didn't look to believe her.

'You want me too prove it? You swing at me with that sword of yours.' Wela ordered, waving her hand in Naran's direction. Naran frowned at her like she was crazy, Wela just snapped her fingers in front of his face.

'Well hurry up or I'll get ginger to stab me with his knives.' She threatened.

'I don't care who does it.' Naran stated, but he still stood up and drew his sword.

'Go on, take a swing.' She taunted, Naran frowned at her and brought his sword up for a thrust. He pushed his hand forward and the sword passed cleanly through the bored Wela. Naran frowned again. He began swinging his sword in different motions. Side cut, overhead, backhand, upward slash. He kept them coming out in rapid fire succession. He was getting rather good with that sword if his. Seeing that nothing was working he began swinging his sword wildly. Each stroke passing through her body, distorting it only a little.

Naran dropped his sword panting, he collapsed to the ground and laid there for a few minutes.

'Proof enough for you?' She asked sarcastically. She still stood there with her hands on her hips. Castir was glad she was on their side, at least, he thought she was.

'None of us asked for a demonstration, I have seen your abilities for myself. There was no need to exhaust Naran.' Rosemary answered.

'I don't care.' She snorted. Then stormed off into the trees.

'Don't worry about her, she is just a little aggressive.' Oak explained.

'It would be nice to know, what we did to make her so angry at us.' Naran grumbled as he sat up.

'I'll go check on her,' Emelra said, as she stood up and followed after her.

* * *

Wela sat by a river, her bare feet dangling in the cool water.

'What are you doing here.' Wela asked, as Emelra walked out from behind a tree.

'I came to check on you.' She replied, sitting down next to her slipping her boots off and putting her feet in the water.

'Well, you wasted your time, now go away.' Wela retorted. She stared into the water, not even glancing at Emelra's reflection.

'No, why do you hate us so much?' Emelra asked.

'I don't hate you in particular, I hate everything.' Wela explained shortly, still not meeting Emelra's eyes.

'Why?' Emelra pressed. Wela stayed silent, and stared in the water, she bean playing with the current, making it reverse then flow properly again. The little fish getting dizzy.

Emelra sighed and stood up, preparing to slip her boots back on, when Wela placed her hand on them.

'The reason I hate everything, is because I was sold as a slave wen I was a little girl.' Wela began, she still stared into the water, but she had stopped playing with the currents, so Emelra sat back next to her.

'My master was a horrible man, he abused me and gave me little to no food. I went to bed hungry, with bruises all over my body. But there was always one day, the day I looked forward too the most. Once a month the master would leave on business, he would leave me in the care of his head maid. She was a kind woman and let me eat and do whatever I wanted, while he was gone. She was like a mother too me. Sometimes, she would allow my parents to visit me. My father was a business man as well, he was forced to sell me, by the slave drivers. They take one girl and one boy from two randomly selected families, and they take them. Unfortunately it was me or my baby sister, Lela. They were going to take her, but I didn't let them.' Wela explained. Emelra sat in shock, she thought the child slave labour had been abolished, well at least in Lora it was.

'I thought slave Labour was abolished in Kolaria.' Emelra asked.

'I didn't live in Kolaria, I lived in Kelanvir, Ugard. Though, I don't have a drop of Ugardian blood in me, my family were refugees from the continent across the endless ocean, Plunor.' Wela explained, she was still looking in the water.

'I stayed in the Master's care for four years, the head maid walked in on the Master raping me, she didn't say anything. But she would always try to keep me busy so the Master couldn't repeat what he did, too often. But it still happened. In order to gain more interest, the Master's acquaintances were allowed to do whatever they wanted to me, in return for money. They were cruel, and I was on the verge of death, when the head maid escaped with me. We fled the town we lived in, Belirt. We were just out of the city when the Master and his hired Mercenaries caught up to us.' Wela continued. Emelra tried placing her hand around Wela's shoulder. She pulled away at first, but slowly moved closer and let Emelra drape her arm across her shoulders.

'The head maid, I learnt her name was Wora, she stumbled and fell, and the Master got her. She kept yelling at me to run, I didn't want to leave her, but it was to late. The Master took off her head. I ran as far away as I could and hid in a tree. Thankfully the Master never found me, and he eventually gave up.' Wela was still staring into the water, her feet seemed to disappear every now and then, probably the result of her body being made out of water.

'I travelled up here and met an old woman who taught me water magic. She turned my body into water, at my agreement of course, and one day I woke up and she was gone. All she left was a note, saying I was ready.' Wela continued, she had stopped looking at the water and was now looking up into the sky.

'I travelled back down to Belirt, and got my revenge on the Master, I killed all his acquaintances first, then I came after him. He fled of course, I could catch him as soon as he sipped from a stream, but I chose to let him run. I left hints, so he knew I was still after him. I eventually took pity on him and killed him, slowly and painfully.' Wela finished. She was looking directly into Emelra's eyes now.

'I hate everything, because I'm scared that they will be just like the Master.' Wela concluded. Tears welled up in her eyes, and began to slowly trickly down her face, dripping off her face and into the stream, where they were lost in the slowly moving current.

'It's ok, I know how you feel.' Emelra said hugging Wela tightly.

'No you don’t, you don't know.' Wela whispered.

Wela seemed to melt, her body losing all solidity, she melted into the water, and disappeared.

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