TITLE: Child of Fire
GENRE: YA Fantasy
She had always known pain.
Born in the depths of Firehold, to a broken and enslaved people, she had only one memory that was without pain.
It was her first memory, which was of fire, and she loved it. Like every Child of Fire, she was given to the flame at birth.
Any who burned were left, unwanted, but she laughed and played with the fire, and her mother, the Queen, was pleased.
"She plays with the fire as though she were one of us," spoke one of the Demons in attendance, with not a little bit of awe.
"Of course she does!" exclaimed the Queen, and the Demon who had spoken shrank back.
"I would expect nothing less from my child, the child of the Unspeakable One, King of Demons Himself!"
She turned to look at the child in the flames, an inhuman smile lighting her too-beautiful features.
"My Katthal-a'vrin-n'zov. She shall be greater than all of you," she murmured.
The Demons exchanged glances.
They had wondered who the once-human Queen had allowed to sire her child; and though none had thought it possible for a Demon to produce offspring with a human, they really couldn't bring themselves to be surprised.
Queen Luura-n'vrin's desire for power knew no bounds, though they themselves only obeyed and called her Queen because their own King commanded it thus.
The child continued to play with the fire as it licked and danced around her.
It whispered to her, and she liked it.