Short Story About Firemist

Firemist When Firemist was born, she knew she had ended up in the wrong place. She was a phoenix, and phoenixes did not belong in the human world. She knew that she would get killed if humans ever saw her. They would mistake her as a red, flaming, monster. Most of the time, Firemist would force herself to walk instead of flying, because if she flew, people would surely see her against the bright blue sky. She hated being in the wrong world where she always had to hide. She never wanted to fight either because that would just stir up trouble. Right now, she was in a forest. That was the safest place for her. She lowered her head to get a nice drink of water from the sparkling water that laid in front of her. Suddenly, a huge dragon burst from the water and pinned her to the ground. When the dragon saw her, he let go. "Sorry," He mumbles. "I thought you were a human. These days, there are a lot of them around here." "Watch it." Firemist snarls,

The clouds where black and grey. Firemist found it hard to believe that this was Fantasyworld, so she asked, "Is this how Fantasyworld's supposed to look like? Before Sparky was about to answer, a red spiky creature with a whip and a torch stepped into view. "Young lads, so lazy these days." The creature muttered, then turned to Sparky and yelled, "What are you doing there, just staring at me?" He gave Sparky a harsh whip. Startled, Sparky stumbled back. When he regained his balance, anger swept over him as he roared at the creature. The creature didn't flinch. It was just glaring at them. "Well, what are you guys waiting for? Roaring at me like you're trying to make a big commotion. The master of the underworld won't be very happy to see you slacking. Now get to work already." The creature stormed off, muttering under its