Fire, it has more than one meaning. For some, fire is the rapid oxidation of a material in the exothermic chemical process of combustion, releasing heat, light, and various reaction products. A logical explanation yes but there is another.

For others, it can have a symbolic meaning such fire consumes, warms, and illuminates, but can also bring pain and death; thus, its symbolic meaning varies wildly, depending upon the context of its use.

Fire could also symbolize war, hate, anger and pure rage but for me, fire isn't any of that. Fire is an alley, a close friend who's had my back ever since I was born.

Funny, I look back at my childhood from time to time and realize the harshness I've overcome. I was told that a day after my birth, I was given into the town orphanage. Without never knowing my parents, I lived a life without a last name.

Years of degrading hope later, I turned thirteen and the orphanage caught fire with me in the center. Everything was ablaze and I just sat there whilst the other children evacuated the building. I waited for the fire to consume me as it did with everything else but it never did.

The flames danced and flickered around me, I waved my hand through the fire just to see the flames follow my movement. The fire of unknown origin had left me unharmed as it burn the building down onto the ground.

From that day forwards I had been living the streets, stealing from the market for food. Of course, that led towards the people despising me for robbery - though I didn't mind the hate.

Two years later, I managed to scrounge up enough money to pay intuition and attend the local school. Back then, the only school was a private school, meaning it was expensive to get in.

Attending school had gotten me a few stares and comments from both the students and staff. Once my predicament was revealed to the school, I was treated as an outcast. I never knew why.

Apart from being outcasted by the others, I was bullied by the school rich kid and his lackies. Calling me worthless and street rat but I paid no mind to the name calling, it was the beatings that got me.

He send in his lackies to teach me a lesson. Everyday of the week, same time and same place. Alone with no friends, I decided to make one.

Luckily the school had a woodshop class room and being granted permission, I began my work. It took days of work but once it was done, I knew I had done a great job in crafting it.

It was a marionette, appearing as if it was crafted by master craftsmen. It was then I had plotted a devious prank against my bullies and began painting the marionette, giving it the most coldest stare and creepiest smile, I knew that it would work.

It was a simple prank, I hide the marionette inside their lockers and the first was the rich kid. Give them a good scare, I always thought.

The next day was amazing, it worked and the spoiled brat ran down the hall screaming in terror, allowing me to retrieve the marionette before he had returned, making him look like a fool. The next day was his lackeys, their reactions were a little over the top.

I had placed the marionette inside one of their backpacks and once they saw what it was, they just fainted. No screams or yells, just them hitting the cold hard floor.

This went on for months until I decided to write a message. Cutting my finger, I wrote Leave him alone in blood. It worked, heading my message, they left me alone and never bothered me again.

It was three years later that I graduated from the school. During graduation though, a fire started and like the orphanage, the fire burned everything around me.

Like the orphanage before, the fire seemed to ignore me. I don't feel any heat and my skin wasn't showing any burnt marks. It was then I realized, I can move the fire with the wave of my hand.

The next day, investigators arrived to look for the cause of the fire but found nothing. The fire seemingly just appeared out of nowhere.

Taking what I've learned from the now burnt down school, I began building my life. At first I worked with wood. Repairs, building and even crafting. After a whole year, I had gained the money to buy my own house. There I began a hobby in inventing.

I had turned twenty when I met the tomboyish little girl named, Skyler Hawk. Her mother, Anna Hawk, brought one of her daughter's toys and ask if I could fix them.

Skyler was only ten at the time and had shown interest in how I work. After finishing with her action figure, Skylar’s mother had tried paying me but I kindly refused, saying that their satisfaction was payment enough.

The day after, I was visited by Skyler. She had tried to go unnoticed but that didn't go so well. She said she was bored and wanted to see what I was doing.

I had asked about her friends and she answered that she had none. Being the nice guy, I had offered to be her friend. She was overjoyed in finally having a friend but her happiness left as her step father came to pick her up.

She acted as if the man was pure evil and at first I didn't see it but the man showed his true colors days after Skylar's mother left to join the guard.

Days after Skylar's mother left, Skyler herself arrived at my home with bruises and a black eye. She blamed her step father for her injuries and I know she would never lie but I still couldn't believe it.

I had a talk with the man himself, he defended himself saying that it was the bullies from the newly built school house. I grew suspicious of him over a hunch.

The next day, Skyler showed up with a cut on her arm. Her wound reeked of alcohol and was made by a glass shard. That's when I knew it wasn't made from bullies, it was made by the man.

But with no evidence showing that it was him, I couldn't help her and she went back home. I felt down knowing I couldn't help her but then Skyler came back with a case full of clothing.

She said she was running away, that she couldn't stand it anymore. If she lived on the streets, she could end up in worse situations than what I've been through. So I offered her a room in my own home.

I wanted to help, to lead her into a better life than the life of a run away. So with open arms, I allowed her to live with me while I kept her step father away from her.

A year ago, I was twenty four and it was Skyler’s fourteenth birthday. Her mother had finally came back for her daughter's birthday and once she arrived, she went looking for Skyler.

During her search, Skyler was busy in school and her step father was trying to come up with an explanation. Anna’s search ended in my garage as she saw Skyler helping me with one of my projects.

Asking why she wasn't home, Anna got her answer in the form of her husband. The man had lost it. He reeked of alcohol and his clothes were a mess.

To make things short, he was busted once I showed Anna the pictures of Skyler’s injuries. After explaining that I took those pictures as evidence, Anna had taken her now ex husband into custody and had been apologizing to Skyler for her ignorance.

After hanging out with her daughter for the entire day, she came to a conclusion. She allowed Skyler to stay with me as long as I take good care of her which isn't a problem as she and I have been living with each other for four years.

The next morning, Anna said her goodbyes before heading back. Since that day, things started looking up for the both of us.

I sat in my garage, sleeping on my desk. I was tired. I had stayed up all night working on another robotic animal, this time it was a Hawk and it was nearly finished, only needing a voice module that would allow it to sound exactly like a Hawk.

Snoring loudly, I managed to wake myself up slightly. I could hear someone else in the garage as the person typed into my laptop.

I could hear something being plugged in before feeling a pair of mechanical talons on my stomach as it moved up to my shoulder. Still half asleep, I wasn't ready for what happened next.

I was greeted with the loudest rooster call ever. This got fully woke me up and as a result, I reeled to the side and fell of my chair but caught the mechanical Hawk before it fell.

“Ow.” I muttered under my breath before opening my eyes and was greeted with the sight of a laughing Skyler.

Groaning, I sat up and looked at her with a bemused look as she laughed ass off. Placing the robot on the desk, I then stood up and dusted myself off.

“Hardy har har, very funny.” I said to the laughing fourteen year old.

“It was hilarious!” She exclaimed before breaking into laughter again. Rolling my eyes, I sat back down and looked at my laptop, seeing it displaying the audio the robo-Hawk is using.

“Death Metal Rooster? Sky, where did you get this?” I asked her as I deleted the sound file.

“Where I get most of my music.” Skyler answered, earning a questioning look from me. “YouTube.” She clarified.

“Right. Anyway, how many times have I told you to not do that?” I asked her.

“Oh come on! You have heavy metal music blasting your ears all the time.” Skyler said with her arms crossed. I turned to look at her.

I finally noticed her attire. She wore an orange shirt with a pair of wings on the front. She also wore a pair of light navy blue jeans. Her hair was purple, the result of her dyeing her hair.

I narrowed my eyes at her and she did the same. We glared at each other for a minute before I let out a chuckle, followed by a chuckle of her own before we erupted into a fit of laughter.

“Nice.” I said, complimenting her joke as I was left chuckling. Skyler stopped laughing but still giggled before calming down.

“Thanks, sorry about scaring the crap out of you.” Skyler said with an added apology. Waving my I hand, I chuckled lightly.

“It's fine as long as you didn't break anything.” I told her before turning towards the robo- Hawk on my desk. Pulling my laptop towards me, I began uploading the correct sound file. Once it hit a hundred percent, I looked towards the robo-Hawk before turning it on.

Nothing happened at first, which almost caused me to give up but then I saw its eyes blink before it moved its head to scan its surroundings. I stared in silent amazement as it began to move around.

“It worked.” Skyler said in amazement. I clapped my hands together before raising my arms in victory.

“Yes!” I exclaimed, earning a caw from the robo-hawk. Without warning and to my surprise, it flew up to my shoulder. I stared with wide eyes.

“How did it..” Skyler stopped as I raised a hand.

“I'd rather not look into to it.” I told her before the hawk turned to look at Skyler. It blinked at her before tilting its head.

“So what's up, aren't you supposed to help with the preparations for the Summer solstice?” I asked Skyler as I looked at my laptop, seeing what the Hawk is seeing through its eyes.

“Oh right, Miss Cheerilee wanted me to tell you that the princess’s protege is coming to town to supervise.” Skyler informed me. Waiting for her to further explain where I fit into all that.

“She wondered if you could be the protege’s guide.” She said. I thought about it before nodding.

“Sure, ‘Isaac’s guide to Everdale’ has a nice ring to it.” I joked before standing up, earning a confused look from the Robo-hawk. Rolling my eyes, I then looked back at Skyler.

“So when is the so called protege arriving?” I asked as I began putting my tools back where they belong, meaning on a pile on my desk while my laptop is safely above all of it.

“I don't know, but I think you should change.” She said before sniffing the air and pinching her nose with a groan. “And shower too.”

“Alright, mom.” I said, turning towards the kitchen room door. Opening the door, I turned towards Skyler. “You should head back, I don't want to get scolded by your teacher again. Oh and take the little guy with you.” As I said this, the robo-hawk flew towards Skyler before perching itself on her left shoulder.

“You sure?” Skylar asked. I waved my hand goodbye before going through the door. Closing the door behind me, I looked at the kitchen sink, seeing it empty and with clean dishes drying on the side.

I smiled before heading out of the kitchen and entering the living room, seeing Skyler’s game consoles under the T.V. The controllers were still on the couch and the table infront of the couch was littered with tiny bits of chips.

I shook my head with a chuckle as I remembered last night before working on the Robo-hawk. I walked over an empty can of soda before finally reaching the stairs and heading up.

I entered my room after closing Skyler’s door again and stripped from my dirty clothes. I looked onto the wall, seeing a large full body mirror and my reflection.

Six feet and seven inches tall is my height. I wan average looking guy, not skinny but not muscular either and I guess I needed a tan, Skyler noted my pale skin a few weeks ago. On both of my arms were the tattoos of two dragons ready to breath fire. I had hazel brown eyes and light brown hair.

Walking towards my drawer, I already knew what to wear and only needed to find it. Looking through my drawers, I found a black sleeveless tank top and a pair of navy blue jeans.

I mostly wear sleeveless shirts because I wasn't afraid to show my tattoos. Getting a towel from the hallway closet, I then proceeded to the bathroom for a shower.

It took a bit of washing, rinsing and repeating but I finally finished showering and gotten dressed before heading out. I made my way through town, greeting the friendly people who waved at me.

I had reached the center of town and sat on the edge of the fountain before pulling out a cigarette. Holding the cigarette with my mouth, I snapped my fingers which lit my finger ablaze before lighting the smoke. Putting out the finger fire, I began to wait

It wasn't long before a chariot landed, gaining a large crowd as it stopped. Two Skyborn guards had managed to make the crowd back away before opening the door for someone.

Walking out of the chariot was lavender haired woman and by the looks of her, I could only guess that she was at least twenty three or twenty four. She wore a purple blouse and some skinny jeans. In her hands, she held a large book.

Behind the woman was a young teen boy wearing a green hoodie and purple jacket along with a pair of torn jeans. They looked around as the crowd dispersed.

After the people left, one pink haired baker still stood there. The newcomers tried to ask something from her, earning a gasp from Diane before running away.

Shaking my head, I dropped the cigarette in my hands before stomping it. I then walked over towards the newcomers.

“Hey, maybe we can ask him.” The teen said, gesturing towards me. The lavender haired gal looked towards me.

“Um, hi. I'm here to supervise the summer solstice festival’s preparations but I don't know my way around town.” She said. With a smile, I replied.

“No problem, I was asked to be your guide and I'll be happy to help.” I told her, earning a smile from both of them. “Now, where to first?”

Author's Note

This is a complete remake of my old fic Ashes to Ashes.

The characters will have human names. I will post either a blog or an authors note with the names of each character.

Sky born are basically humans with wings

Skyker Hawk = Scootaloo

Everdale = Ponyville