AJ wrote about the first time I met Dorian and why I met him. It’s from the point of view of my five year old self. I’m gonna tell you what I remember from that day from my adult perspective.
The symptoms of my ability were volatile. As I said I was five. It was a few days before Halloween. I was looking forward to being a dragon for trick or treating. That’s one big difference about living out in the human world like I did before I was five. We got to be human. I would have been raised mostly human, if I weren’t a fire starter. Until I turned 13 or maybe never if my mother didn’t want me to be Venatori. I was half human. If I didn’t show signs of being a Magnus then I wouldn’t be where I am today.
I don’t think I regret it. But it makes me wonder if I’d still like myself. Or if I’d ever have the problems I do. But that really doesn’t matter – you can’t change the past.
So anyway, when I sparked. I didn’t know it then, I hadn’t known it until a few years later, but I had been seeing patterns everywhere for months after turning five. I didn’t know what I was seeing. I don’t know if I knowingly touched the fire in the air, or if it was an accident. All I know was I was scared. I needed to feel safe. And warm usually equates to safe – even now. Fire called to me and I pulled it towards me and when I had it in my grasp it jumped out of control and lit the curtains on fire.
I don’t know if that’s how it is for firestarters everywhere, but that’s how it was for me. It was something that I needed to feel safe. It’s probably why orange became my favorite color, why I tend towards fire now as my go to element to keep myself safe. It’s the one I use to show off the most with. Of all the elements to make me feel safe it had to be fire – all the more dangerous I become because of it.