Fire Storm

Prologue I’m just your typical nerd, I have always been obsessed with all things fantasy; werewolves, dragons, fairies, anything you can think of. I used to pretend I was a mermaid with a green iridescent tail cutting through the water in the swimming pool. Or that I was a fairy and could make flowers bloom with an ancient song passed down through the generations. The world of books and fantasy was my escape from the world. When I was young I liked the lighter side of fantasy and the good things, the happy endings and the prince getting the princess. As I got older and the world crushed my faith in humanity, I tend to enjoy the darker side. With severed heels and toes and eyes pecked out by crows, where the prince doesn’t always get the girl, sometimes it’s the villain. My favorite fantasies were always where the beast gets the girl and will do anything to protect her including torture and kill if that is what it takes, even if she can protect herself. But even in my obsession, I never thought all of it could be real. I also never imagined I would be the one living out both my fantasies and nightmares