play with fire; sam tinez

☆─────✝─────☆

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄: 

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫

☆─────✝─────☆

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐘𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 strong and imposing on a tall high near the outskirts of a dark forest within America. It had been in the Wrywood family for years and would continue to do so for years. First created by the calloused hands of a great, great, great, great grandfather who happened to be from a rich family and wanted to make a name for himself, thus leading an inspiring life of striving for power and success.

The Wrywoods was a weighted name within the magic community, filled with powerful fire and battle mages. They had close ties with the best magic college in America, Brakebills with the current patriarch and matriarch of the house both attending and graduating with excellent grades. Ameliys Wrywood formerly known as Ameliys Bront had been a psychic and had met her husband there. Francis Wrywood was a physical legacy - like most Wrywoods - but focused on elemental magic.

The couple soon married once they graduated and stayed at the Wrywood Manor together to start a family while they worked at a well-known magic store for magicians. They soon grew tired of the work and became unemployed to look after their kids and they lived comfortably as they fell back onto the generous Wrywood worth that had been building for centuries.

Soon enough their love blossomed into something physical, children. Their eldest daughter, Maleficent Wrywood was an easy and quiet child who found her solace in the extensive Wrywood library and always carried a battered first edition of Alice in Wonderland. She loved attending the gardens with her mother and joining her father in the backyard to run around while he trained and read herself to sleep.

But that all changed when her mother was pregnant and gave birth to the cutest ball of sunshine despite the seemingly gloomy castle they lived in. Philip was a hard birth but it was all worth it in the end, he brought smiles to everyone's faces when he walked into a room. He was the more outgoing of the two, always bringing his older sister into his mischief.

They were lovingly named solely by Aemylis who loved the classic tale of Sleeping Beauty and Francis would never understand her fascination with the animated movie but he found it adorable. They were three years apart but they never let it affect their relationship, they brought the best out of each other.

It was unlike any other night as thunder shattered the dark grey sky and heavy rain poured over the shimmering white wards that were placed over the entire house, centuries ago. Crooked and twisted trees devoid of colour and leaves creaked with an unnatural sound as the storm raged on.

Maleficent was taking her brother in for the night, a single candle lit the dark room and the chaos outside made shadows of enormous creatures along the tapestry-coated walls. She had just placed her old copy of Alice in Wonderland down when she finished the chapter about

It had been a common occurrence for the two to read together at night since Philips was afraid of the dark and pleaded with his bright brown eyes that Maleficent tucked him in. Their mother was slightly jealous but found it adorable that Philip only wanted Maleficent to read him to sleep. And Maleficent could never say no to her little brother, and he knew it and occasionally hung the fact over her head.

The fourteen-year-old girl went to stand up and head to her own room since it was dreadfully late and sleep gnawed at her tired self. Philip stopped her like usual and begged, "Wait! Can you show me it? Pleasee," he dragged the e out with a pout.

Maleficent rolled her eyes but as usual, she sat back down and nodded. Like most Wrywood children, she had a special affinity for fire magic and would create all sorts of things with her mind and Philip adored it since he couldn't use such powerful magic yet. Doing any sort of battle magic, especially elemental magic needed patience and discipline that most young people didn't have. 

Most spent decades meditating to just use, Maleficent had been training under her father for years but she was a quick learner and it helped the powerful magic running through her veins and her patient mind - unlike her brother who had all the energy under the sun.

So she looked over her shoulder conspiratily which earned herself a giggle from Phillip and she blew into her closed fist softly, faint trails of smoke billowed out of the small openings of her fist. When she opened it up, a spark of fire lit the room up and before you could adjust to the new light in the darkroom a small dragon made of fire appeared, its spindly tail swiping left to right.

Its small maw opened up and a small blast of fire came shooting out and exploded like a firework. Philip stared in awe at the small creature of fire, dragons were his favourite animal, right after cows (for some reason).

Maleficent and Philip shared their love of the powerful and ancient animal and Philip teased her because the Queen could turn into a great purple dragon that spat green fire. They shared their mother's love for the Disney movie but Philip liked The Jungle Book better.

Philip jumped up from his bed and shook his sister who nudged into the table, accidentally knocking the candle and it toppled to the carpet. He roared like the very dragon in the palm of her hand and was distracted from the cute scene to notice that the very dragon had shot multiple sparks of fire and it had caught on the silk curtains behind them.

They were too busy laughing and roaring to notice fire was quickly burning everything down its path.

"Make it bigger, Mal!" Philip requested and Maleficent obliged and snapped her fingers and the once small dragon grew bigger, its size now resembled a baby tree.

Philip laughed and jumped around his bed trying to catch the dragon's tail and Malfiecent was the first to realize the room was half filled with roaring red flames. She cursed herself for not feeling the heat of the flames licking at her dark skin and the overwhelming smell of smoke. She stepped back only to trip over her own feet and hit the wooden floor with a bang and Philip turned around and let out a yell, finally noticing the fire.

He tried to lunge at his sister but his foot caught the blanket and he fell off the bed. Maleficent groaned and shook away the daze and the dragon exploded as her emotions skyrocketed and panic came over her. She tried to reach her brother but fire had crept up to the bed, easily catching onto the bedsheets. She watched in horror as her younger brother scrambled back and he was slowly engulfed in flames.

"PHILIP!" She yelled in horror as she tried to get to him but fire surrounded them both. She didn't know what to do as smoke crept up into her lungs and fear clouded her brain, and with it came no solution, no thought of creating any magic to help her brother.

The screams echoed throughout the room, and Maleficent cried out for her brother as the flames clung to him like he was their oxygen. He flaied around trying to shake them off but it only made them cling harder to him.

Then it all stopped, he fell to the bed lifelessly and no word was uttered from his lips, his lungs were spent from yelling out to his sister and the flames had stolen all his oxygen. She looked at the burning room as fear for her own life clung to her like the flames did her brother and survival became the only thing that mattered. She flung herself to the window and crashed through the glass, it shattered too easily and she yelled as she dropped from the two stories.

She landed on the grass with a groan, glass surrounded her like a mosaic and tears fell down her face as she stared up at the room. Smoke ran out of the room and she yelped when a loud crash of thunder shook the ground.

She rubbed her sore ears but the tears kept coming, her body shook from the cold and the cries till her throat was raw. She did nothing but watch as the flames swallowed her brother whole, she just watched and she hated herself. She had killed her innocent little brother.

She looked up when she heard a feminine scream, "Mom!" she screamed as she jumped to her feet, she ignored the pain shooting up her leg or the blood leaking out of her arms and face from where the glass cut her.

She ran, half limping to the front of the house to try and get her parents out, she didn't care about the thrones cutting into her skin. She wouldn't let them die like Philip. But she was too late, fire was already snaking around their bodies and their faces were forever scrunched up in pain and fear.

____

Did I just lay some fiery trauma on her for no reason? Yes, I did. Will there be a lot more trauma dupping? Yes, a lot more. Mwahaha.

She's literally fourteen, there isn't much she can do so yeah don't come at her.

vote and comment x 

words: 1, 591