Saturday, 13 October 2012

First Meeting

It was raining. Again. Pyro shivered and pulled the sleeves of his coat over his hands.
The rain was heavier than usual, the drops striking the ground with more force than Pyro would have expected, making the dirt slippery and difficult to walk on.
'Ow!' Pyro slipped again and landed in the mud for the seventh time. 'Forget this!' He muttered, and rose a few centimeters off the ground, carefully shifting the columns of flame shooting from his hands.
There was a *wumph* noise as a nearby tree caught alight, fizzling a little as it was bombarded with rain.
'No!' Cried a voice, emerging from a nearby clump of trees. The tree was buffeted by a miniature wave, the flames disappearing with hisses and sputters.
Pyro stared at the figure next to the tree; she was tall, dressed in a gray trench coat that reached a pair of walking boots. She had flowing, red hair that shimmered in the grey light. A sphere of water hovered above her, occasionally forming into a shape or a sculpture. Pyro saw a mountain, a dragon, a squid and a snake before he managed to say something.
'Who are you?' The mumbled question didn't sound quite like Pyro had expected, it wasn't very loud and didn’t really muster any authority.
'Me? I'm Red Waterfall, and who might you be?' The question was sharp; it had that edge to it that Pyro had been aiming for.
'Umm… I'm Pyro.'
'Nice to meet you Pyro, I think you should mind how you go. A forest fire wouldn't be a good thing. Especially as I'd have to deal with it.'
Pyro sighed and continued onwards.
'Where're you going?' Red called after him.
'Elysium Asylum. I'm going to find Octaboona Ambrosius. He'll probably be annoyed or something.' He groaned. 'He's gonna make me read that book about some empire again, I just bet he will.'
'Mind if I accompany you? I've nowhere else to go at the moment.'
Pyro blushed, he wasn't totally sure why. 'Sure, it's this way.' And he and Red Waterfall continued walking.
I inhaled deeply, my face turned upwards as I leaned against the bark of the tree. It was raining, and the smell of trees in rain was definitely my favorite. The drops patted against my face in a quick tempo.
‘Ow!’ I heard a distant voice, hardly carrying in the strong rain. I got up, tense. Who could possibly have anything to do in my forest in this weather? I edged closer to the road, from where the voice had come from. There was definitely someone there, and they were certainly… shooting fire from their hands and hovering a few centimeters off the ground? And… was that a tinfoil hood?
Suddenly, a flame from his hand caught on a tree root, and with a ‘whoosh’, the whole tree was engulfed in fire, fizzling slightly from the rain.
“No!” I cried, running forward and extinguishing the flame with a small wave of water.
I turned to the person, and saw that it was a boy, around my age. He wore jeans and a dark gray hoodie, it’s hood up and covered with tinfoil. His eyes were a bit wide. I don’t know why, but I felt my cheeks heating when I took in his facial features.
“Who are you?” he mumbled after a few seconds. His voice was quiet, yet had a certain… something about it that made me want to answer.
“Me? I’m Red Waterfall, and who might you be?”
I groaned internally. That did not come out the way I wanted it to. But how did I want my voice to come out? And why was it important to me that it came out the right way?
“Umm…” he said. “I’m Pyro.” Pyro. That’s a nice name. Good thing you couldn’t quite make out subtle color changes in the heavy rain, because otherwise he would have seen my blush.
“Nice to meet you Pyro,” I said, trying to sound confident and honest at the same time and failing miserably. “You should mind how you go. A forest fire wouldn’t be a good thing, especially as I’d have to deal with it…” I sighed. That came out entirely wrong.
He turned to leave, and for some reason, I didn’t want him to. Not yet. “Wait,” I mumbled. He didn’t seem to have heard me over the pattering rain. “W-where are you going?” I said louder.
“Elysium Asylum.” He said. “I'm going to find Octaboona Ambrosius. He'll probably be annoyed or something. He's gonna make me read that book about some empire again, I just bet he will.”
I giggled, but luckily, it was a quiet giggle. I hate giggling. It’s too girlish. I suddenly had an idea how to prolong this talk a little more.
“Mind if I accompany you?” I said with a smile. “I've nowhere else to go at the moment.”
“Sure,” he said. “It’s this way.”
I joined him and started walking.


  1. BEAUTIFUL STORY! YAY! Love this so much! *hugs tight*
    Love this blog too! It's BEAUTIFUL! GENIUS! Just liek PYRED! YAY! I WANT HUGS!

  2. *huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiies*

  3. COOL!!!!!!!!

    Red and Pyro sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G

    I LOVE IT!!!!!! More please!!!

  4. Aww, thanks Mist! :D *hugs*
    Nice to meet you, btw :3
    (At least.. I /think/ we haven't ever met XD)

    I might add, Pyro wrote his POV, I wrote mine c: