Greetings, I am Massrié. I thought I would introduce you to myself a bit before I just jumped into things... however this is not to be the case. As a memory keeper, sometimes the memories overwhelm me. I'm sent back to where the memory first began and suddenly, as if I am transfixed in a way that allows me to see, smell, and hear everything that happened within that memory.....

'My vivid blue eyes widened at the sight that lay before me. Sweeping winds tumbled across the snow continued to pack in the canyon below throwing up huge drifts. The possibility of getting through such a storm seemed nearly futile. Looking farther to the left I realized that the storm was contained only in this small area. To the right of me, the sun shone brilliantly, to the left was a perfect mirror. Directly below me, however, where I absolutely had a reason to be expected was pandemonium. A violent storm that would have been enough to keep me away. Someone was trying to stop me from ever getting to my destination and finding the others who needed my help. At this point in time I needed them as well. How little anyone knew my abilities. All too quickly, my fear was made known. Fear of water. It was such a silly childish thing. I, who had almost drowned as a child before anyone knew what I was to become. It had started as a quick turn of the head from the guardian when I fell off the ship. My cold body pulled from the water as they chanted over me, desperate to keep me alive. The small frame of my child-like body suddenly literally burning in flames before them. The fire was quickly smothered, but never again was I looked upon with any sort of trust. Suddenly I was unnatural, someone to be pointed at and whispered about behind my back. Until I had first summoned the very tiny fire, a figure who now continues to protected me. Out of that fear something very unnatural had occurred. I did not fight against it. Simply embraced it with no small amount of joy. Finally I had someone who cared about me. I don't ever remember having that feeling before. Abandoned to the guardian gates as a newborn. Yet here was a creature who did my bidding with no questions asked, if indeed it could even speak. I remember wrapping my arms around myself to shield from the fire dancers. They may protect me, but the fire could quickly rage out of control. This much I had learned early on in life. It has been years since I had been burned, but that was a feeling that I never wanted to go through again. My self control had come quickly when each lesson left me with new burn marks. Not that I could feel them. From the moment I had burst into flames my skin became numb. Nothing could penetrate that desensitized exterior. I learned to hold tight to my focus, never allowing anyone to break my concentration. To do so had always come with disastrous results. I thought back to the present, her breath stilled slowly, eyes focused on the task at hand...'

I suppose that's a bit of an introduction. I am Massrié, a memory keeper. who commands the spirit of fire within her. A direct result of drowning. I have always been a contradiction in terms. I remember nothing of my life before the accident. The guardians had mentioned I was about 5 human years when it happened. They never looked at me the same after that. I was an oddity, a curiosity that they continued to study over the years.

I'd never viewed myself as very different. I played like any other child. My playmates however, were embers of fire. In the beginning when I would see any form of water that was not contained in a drinking glass, the fire would shoot out in all directions. So hot and torturous until the water was consumed. Snow melted into water, therefore it was to be feared as well. The Guardians would put me into that dreaded room time and again. Sometimes face me with an entire pond, moving up to massive lakes. Experimentation they called it. Helping me with my transition. They were grooming me for the future.

What did they care that we were destroying the very place many called home. They could replenish the waters as quickly as I could burn them out. They delighted in my ability. To the point of torment. They never viewed it as such of course. I began to despise them. All of them. They could not have even began to perceive an emotion as basic as hatred.

They wanted to turn me into a weapon. A rare creature that could be controlled based on their every whim. I rebelled. I took the cowards route and disappeared for years on end. Eventually they would find me and it would begin again. Only their immense delight for what I had learned each time I was away saved me from their disapproval. Years later, i discovered that they were not as omnipotent as I had supposed. Though they could make rain, snow, or hail, they were not safe from my fire. I had never thought to direct it at them. They were the ones who raised me. The Guardians of my very soul.

Still, when the time came for them to die, I could not spare any tears for them. Not that I had ever been able to cry from the age of 5. Sentiment was not in the cards for me. I was numb with horror at what I had been able to accomplish with merely a thought. Perhaps after all this time, it is what they had desired. To push me to the limit so that I could finally end their existence in this world.

At that time I was 184 human years old. My birth had been so carefully recorded. My future had been so intimately planned.

'Yes,' I told myself. 'This is what they wanted. They wanted to die. They were only waiting until I was strong enough to take them all out at once. I wonder if there is anything after the spirit flees the body.'

From the point on that the Guardians ceased to exist, Every memory they had ever kept from me, was suddenly mine. I found myself in new places, figuratively, of course. Never able to change the course of the memory. Or perhaps I had not learned how yet. Perhaps my changes were not complete.

Again. I introduce myself with a few musings, some memories, and a bit of flair for the dramatic. I am Massrié.