Chaos and tragedy were running wild through the realm. Just as she had planned- besides one simple mission, kill the princess. Her finger slid over her earring, which was a shade of crimson red almost matching her scarlet hair. A sword bursting with flames materialized in her right hand. Then she heard the familiar sound of heavy boots. In the back of her mind, she had memorized exactly how he walked, crazy as the mind can be. It was slow and heavy as though he was carrying his past on his back. As she turned to see him, her cheeks turned, like any person in the mythical world. Black hair, somehow unaffected by light, just darkness sweeping beautifully across his head, ripped up jeans, a sleek black leather jacket, and piercing green eyes. She tried to fix her face as he said, “What do you want from me now?” She put her hands on her waist, the perfect example of over-exaggeration, and sighed. “I want you to kill the princess. Kill her before midnight, and you'll get the necklace.” When she said those words it seemed as if the glass between them had shattered. It had. His face was full of regret and shock, unhidden from the world. “No, not again…” he seemed to trip over his words. “Then no necklace.” She spat at him. “I-I… I can’t…” his voice trailed off like the rush of a distancing glitterfall. “All you do is kill, peasant! First your father and then the only one who cared about you! You can kill someone you don’t even know.” “I do know her. I’m her… her friend. Rose was an accident, she wasn’t supposed to live.” His voice was heavy, his past dragging it down. She was gripping her sword tightly, the heat not affecting her warm skin. “There’s one person I’m not afraid to kill though…” his hand reached for his earring. She charged at him, her feet slipping on the mud. As she got up from the ground she noticed 3 girls behind the infuriatingly pretty boy. “Oh, did we crash the party? Sorry.” A flash of green cut at her arm and leg. She ran for the cliff, her sword disappearing. They forgot one important thing about her. She’d always liked to play with fire. She jumped off the cliff, a hundred feet in the air. The fall would be over quickly.