Before it even got close, a long rope of fire whipped out and batted it
aside. In return, the heat intensified, sapping my strength even
further. I was now fighting to stay upright.

"Where are your manners? Remember, you greet each other when
you meet." When I didn't say anything, but continued to stare at
him with pure hatred, he continued.

"No greeting? Ah well, you can at least bow." The last word
reverberated with power, and I felt unseen forces pressing on my
body. I glared at him, but I was too weak to keep it up for long. My
mind gave way and my body bent forwards at a right angle. He
laughed and I straightened up as soon as the spell let up.

"What do you want from me?" I said through gritted teeth. I drew
my sword, the firelight glinting off the silver blade. He smiled and
the blade glowed red. I cursed and dropped it as the handle burnt
my hand.

"Want? Nothing," he said, a rare glint momentarily lighting up his
eyes. An instant of light in those black black eyes was even scarier.

So I didn't see the ball of fire coloured spell-light, which actually
was flaming slightly, until it was too late. I tried to get out of the
way, but it didn't work. It hit me square in the chest, paralysing my
entire nervous system before I could shout. I fell to the ground,
landing heavily being unable to catch myself. Help! I screamed in
my mind. Someone help! Fire! He bent down in front of me.

"No... I want nothing from you." He flicked his fingers at my forehead. My head suddenly exploded with such an intense burning pain that I
screamed once and then blacked out.

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Author guidance for This story

Amaya is our protagonist. Female. Carries a sword and can perform some pretty advanced magic.
I thought that a name with the meaning of 'night rain' was apt for someone who fights fire.

The character referred to as 'He' in chapter one is the Lord of the Flames that the title refers to. He doesn't have a name (yet!) and I don't think he needs one.

updated Jun 26 '10 by SapphireSoul