Blood was everywhere and covered everything in sight with little sign of life. A little girl barely seven years old watched as a man with long silver hair and misty grey eyes cut down her neighbors, friends, and family. While most people would cry or be afraid, she stood and watched horrified. Snapping out of her daze she realized she had to warn her mother and ran hoping to make it in time. In the house her mother was making lunch for them. "Mom we have to leave quickly! There is some guy with silver hair killing everyone! Half the village has already been killed if not more!" her mother froze when she heard this.

"Just like what the letters said would happen…?"

"Yes! Now come on," she said pulling her mother away from the kitchen. When they were about to reach the back door however, a voice stopped them.

"You can't run from me. You did read the letters right?" The girl stood protectively in front of her mother. She hated this man and didn't want her mom to get hurt. Without really bothering with her the man threw her aside and out of the way and walked toward her mom. "You didn't think running would work did you?" he asked looking at her with his misty grey eyes mockingly. He held her chin in his hands intimately. The little girl grabbed his arm pulling him away from her mother.

"NO!" her mother screamed as he took out his sword. As he went to stab the little girl her mom pushed her out of the way and placed herself in front of the blade. The man sighed uncaringly.

"To think you used to be so strong…I'm disappointed really…I liked you better when you were stronger these people made you weak," he muttered to her dying body uncaringly. For a minute the girl seemed like she would cry as she tried to heal her mom. She faintly was surprised that he wasn't attacking her at the moment.

"Ami…d..on't…bo…th..er…It wou…ld…take…to…much…en…ergy…" her moms said between gasps for breath.

"No I won't stop!" Ami said forcefully trying to heal her but her mom pushed her hands away. Ami watched as the life left her mother's eyes, her skin turn ashen, and as she took her last breath. Fire exploded form the girl's hands as she turned and glared at the man. Running toward the guy she pulled her hand back into a fist of fire like her father had taught her before he died aiming for the guy standing above her mother. He dodged barely as she punched at him. Like gasoline everything immediately caught on fire setting the house in flames as she instead hit a wall. Not bothering to notice she took aim again and nearly hit him again. Slowly a smile started to spread on his face as she continued her assault.

"Good," he muttered dodging each blow increasing her anger and pace. Minutes later however due to the loss of energy from maintaining the element, trying to heal her mom, and being injured she began to lose consciousness. The last thing she could make out before she saw black was him grinning at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

TBC!
To think this is just the prologue. I hope you like this! I had to make a lot of corrections since I had written this story ages ago (about two years ago)