My name is Cinder. It tells a lot about me, doesn't it? I'm the personification of ash and ember. What remains when Fire destroys everything. I've been called other names throughout my life: Storm Singer, Maiden of Glass, The Obsidian Archer, Blade Dancer, and many, many more. So many titles, gained through death and destruction. I never wanted to be a warrior, or guardian, specter, or assassin. My aspirations involved studying the true nature of Elemental Magic. What it truly means to wield fire, water, earth, air, and lightning. But because of my field of study, at a young age, I was taken by my country's military to become the very thing I despised the most. A weapon.

For years I've trained, fought, and bled for a cause I didn't want to aid. I became resentful but stayed silent. Obedient but ever-watchful. Until the day I finally escaped, with a faulty teleportation crystal overcharged with Aether Mana. Now, in a strange land with people who don't know who I am or what I've done. I try to find inner peace studying what I love most: The Elements. However, my peace doesn't appear calm and inviting once six strange girls decided that my life was too boring, and wanted to make it interesting again.

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This is a revision of one of the very first stories that I've ever written called, The Singer of Storms. That story will be left up for the sake of history.

And, of course, Constructive Criticism is always welcome.