《Making magic, Forging fame.》The red fox in the mirror.

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The world rushes around me, the comes into focus so quickly that it makes me doubt my eyes.

I stand in a forest, Each tree standing tall, and bright as if every inch was showered in light. Under my feet are thousands of blades of grass each one slightly standing out forming a collage of leaves. The trees continue nigh endlessly. I look behind me, revealing a little ball of fire floating motionlessly in the still air. I focus on it, and it moves to my will, like a dance to the beat of my heart.

I walk forward, the ball of fire following me. I come to a stream, the water is so clear it is barely visible, inside it swim small fishes and orbs of blue light.

With a suddenness like waking from a dream, a deep growl comes out behind me. I turn, quickly. There approached a lone wolf, larger than me in both height and width, with fur the colour of grey stone and eyes the colour of a bleeding wound.

It growled again, the growl echoing through my brain, awakening a memory that hurts in more ways than one.

My breathing was shallow as i held onto young girl, she couldn't have been older than eight, blood slowly dripped from her still chest, an arrow lay cast aside on the ground the tip was dyed in the colour of her blood. The growling of wolves waking me from my lament i lay her body apon the harsh land and picked up the solitary arrow, brandishing it i yell "you can't take her."

The wolf, i stare at it in anger, i point at it, willing the ball of fire to burn it, burn it, burn it. The ball of fire flies towards the wolf.

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With reflexes that imply expectation, the wolf bites down on the ball of fire, swallowing it whole. I obtain the feeling of losing myself, of fading. I open my hand, showing my palm, and focus. A blood red flame is thrown from my palms enveloping the wolf, burning it slowly peice by peice into a large pile of ash.

I walk over to the ashes of the wolf, the ashes move as if caught in the wind spiraling upwards revealing the ball of flames, before flowing into the fireball.

The ball of fire begins to expand, becoming longer, pointier, growing legs to form the shape of a small fox, the flames die down revealing a red fur coat. I stare at it, it opens its eyes, staring at me.

I reach out slowly and touch it.

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