-Zarah's point of view-

The hot burn of the fire on my skin felt like a refreshing touch of water, instead of the immerse pain the people thought I would feel.

When I was six I realised fire couldn't hurt me, rather I could bring it forth and control it or I better say it controls me. The the first night I got a taste of my own abilities, I burnt my whole house down and almost killed my parents in it.

And that was just the beginning of my end, the villagers saw me as a threat to their safety, a threat to humanity and also a threat to their power.

I was tagged a witch, of course what better way to explain my powers, but the village heads and council knew better than I did, between that cult of old wretched men in white Garments saints was a more wicked and brutal organisation nothing like what they portrayed themselves to be In the eyes the people.

They were enforcers of punishment to the weak, and unknown and I fell in both category, I was locked up with chains on my hands and legs for several days, without food or even water _ they wanted me to die.

Barted and bruised for sins I never even knew I committed, only holding on to the last ounce of hope still striving in me to keep me breathing.

But today my hope crumbled right in front of my eyes being hanged naked on the cross right in front of the whole village to be crucified for the sin of being born a mystery.

People fear what they don't know and with the way, the villagers,my parents and my friend starred at me as I burnt I believed they were scared of me.

The drop of the Ash on my forehead made me look up to see the wood starting to break and weaken, the fire meant to burn me alive was eating the woods away. it kept crumbling and crushing till it finally broke and I fell off crashing to the floor painfully.

"she didn't die!"

"She's really a witch!"

They Began to gasp and point fingers at my weakened body.

couldn't they see the tears of pain in my eyes?

The sharp pain of the whip on my skin made me squirm painfully, my back trembling as the jailer kept whipping me harshly with no remorse or pity.

My screams and cries only made the people cheer happily, my cries fell the ground as my body tub as well.

The jailer kept wiping, beating my skin till it tore, blood dripping all over, my sight became blurry as the pain of the wipe lashed out on me.

With my last breath and strength I looked up to the skin, my lips trembling in prayers to whoever was up there watching.

If God was real he wouldn't watch the innocent suffer as I was suffering so I prayed to him ,to send a saviour to me.

I felt the ground rumble under my skin, the stones vibrating as thunderous sounds came loudly from the sky, the jailer had stopped starring confused to know what was happening.

The loud neighing of horses could be heard from a distance growing more louder as it came slow to us, I tried pushing my weakened body up to see who they were but all I saw was a fog of dust coming closer toward us.

The people where already shouting and whaling running around, hitting each other in fear which made me wonder what could possibly be coming?

The fog cleared off suddenly as a trop of men on horses surrounded us, they wore blackened armors each holding sharp blades in their hands.

Fear suddenly crept of my skin for no reason as they cleared a path way for someone, the sows of the horse's feet kept clamping gently on the ground as this person rode forth, his armor was golden and shiny really bright I crunched my eyes to avoid them.

The jailer suddenly grabbed me raising me up forcefully trying to pull me away, I whimpered trying to plea once more but he glared angrily tightening his grip on me.

"Stop" the golden armored man suddenly said, his voice was firm and sound making the whole place fall silent.

"She is our prisoner Tyranor you have no reason to be here!" The chief said walking forward to me.

I've heard that name somewhere.

I saw his shoulder shift as he chuckled raising his hand to his head as he removed his helmet.

A gasp erupted in the crowd as they all starred at this crystal shining demi god man, I gasped myself unknownly starring at him, there was this strange and weird aura he kept emanating but shockingly he was sending them my way.

He starred at me shaping a lingering smirk on his lips as his hard gaze pierced into my eyes searching my soul.

"I'll take her!" He said diverting his gaze back to the chief.

"She's not yours tyranor!" The brutal wicked convining council chief shouted holding my hand tight.

Something In me felt drawn to this shiny man, it kept getting stronger by the minute as I saw him get off the horse, the people moved back in fright of him for each step he took made the ground rumble.

He was standing right there, only metres apart from me but yet I felt the surge of energy radiate from him, was I supposed to feel that?!!!

My eyes trailed to his side to see a vulkarian blade hanging by his belt, seeing the symbol of the star on the bottom I suddenly realised who he was.

Before I could contemplate on anything else, He took the blade out of its patch and swung it cutting through the air.

I flinched feeling blood splash on my face some of it falling into my mouth. my heart suddenly started to beat rapidly as I turned to see the chief body without his head.

His blood gushed out like sprinklers coming from his throat pipe till it finally fell to the ground right in front of me.

My gut twisted in disgust starring with widened eyes at the bleeding sword the killer held.

My brain short circuited in a split second as I realised who he was. The Wild army, black armor, a vulkarian blade and golden eyes.

Did I just summon a god?!

it was him truly, a myth I thought to be a lie but right now its more real than i could imagine, Tyranor — the god of war and chaos.

TBC