Practicing magic had always been a favorite past time for Becca. She was able to use the fire gift she inherited from her mother and make tiny fire animals that often ran around in her hand for fun. Long as the flame did not glow orange, it was safe and would not burn. However, tonight, something was different----

she sat out under the nearly full moon, practicing and smirking as she made a few small animals out of blue fiery flame. A butterfly she had made out of the blue flame fluttered around her and she smirked, reaching out to touch it. Yet as she did, it manifested itself into a bigger form and a spark broke off and turned and floated off into the woods. That was shocking, as Becca had never been able to do so before.

Standing, Becca followed that spark, deeper into the woods. Into parts she had never dared venture before and it was there that spark vanished!

Left in complete darkness, she glanced around, allowing her other senses to take effect and it was then that the smaller fire-butterfly alighted upon her shoulder, causing her to look down before it floated off towards the darker part of the wood. Becca's gaze followed and what she saw, approaching slowly, made her eyes widen and her jaw to drop just a bit.

A magnificent buck, made completely out of her blue fire stepped into the small clearing in which she stood and regarded her. To say she was shocked, was an understatement, as Becca's fire was for fun only, and yet this----buck, seemed entirely 'alive', in a way. It's ears even twitched as it watched her.

Reaching out a slow hand, Becca's eyes remained firmly fixed on the deer that seemed to shimmer and glow right before her. She could see the soft curls of fire wafting off of its fur and as she reached out for it, it bent it's head and for a second touched her hand with it's nose. Before exploding into a tiny rain of sparks!

The fire-butterfly, now smaller in appearance, came back to alight upon her shoulder once more, before it too, sparked out.

Memories were a double edged sword. Able to both bring comfort and cut deeper than any knife all at once. It was one of the many reasons that Becca did not sleep. Not 'normally', like most humans. She got her rest in spurts. Like cat-naps, but on a more deeper level. Any time it was quiet, or relaxed in atmosphere around her, she would fade into this type of trance-like state. Like she was taken lost in thought, for she would fixate her stare upon something and then go completely still. Her eyes unblinking as one part of her brain shut down for the moment or the seconds it was allowed to recharge in that way. Though she might be 'resting', she was still very much aware of her situation and environment. Always hyper-aware even in rest.

Such was a night where sleep was impossible, because of memories. She had tried, and failed to come to deep sleep that would allow her to pass a few hours in Morpheus's embrace of deep sleep. Her mind would not shut off and as she lay in bed, it thought of everything---literally everything without control or filter. Causing Becca distress to the point where even laying still was unmanageable.

Slipping out of bed, she made her way downstairs to enter the living room and made her way to the box window seat that faced out into the forest. Moonlight streaming in from the trees shined its rays into the room at the right angle to cover where she sat in its entirety. Settling down and pulling her knees up to her chest, and wrapping her arms around them, she sighed as she propped her chin on her knees. Eyes staring off into the night as she tried to push her thoughts away and find her center again.

She blinked a few times, to try and clear her eyes of the forbidden tears that tried to fall as she sat unmoving. She would not cry. Not over something that was ages and ages old. Memories that she kept locked away for a reason. "Go away....." Her voice whispered softly to herself. So soft it was almost unheard. "Go away...." She let out a soft, shuddering sigh as she hugged her knees tighter and curled up upon herself more. Tonight----would be another sleepless night. Plagued by things she longed to forget, and yet couldn't.

 Magic was a rare gift that only bloomed rare souls. Elves were naturally gifted in certain types of magic, depending on their bloodlines would determine what type of magic they would, perchance, be able to do.

Elrond, Becca's father, was in line of the Eldar. Which meant, he and his twin brother, who chose the path of a mortal, were descended from their Gods--or so goes the stories. As such, Elrond's power was untapped, even at the age of 6000.

Elenna, Becca's mother, was a hybrid. A mixture of elf and demon, for her mother, Becca's grandmother had gotten mixed up in a deal with a demon or some such thing---as the stories go. Hence Elenna had gifts that no mere elf should have and in turn, passed them down to Becca.

Becca was the only one of her kind after her mother died, and was left, at a young age (far as elves are concerned), learning how to control not only her wolf shifts but her magic as well.

Fate, however, was a cruel Master, or a good friend depending on how you looked at it; for some of the magic she possessed and knew she could do, worked only when IT wanted to. In order to keep Becca from becoming to powerful, Fate hindered her healing abilities. So she taught herself how to heal the human way. Using medicine and herbs and the things that the Earth gives. Yet, sometimes, when in dire need, that gift will flare up and heal when it is most needful, but it is not something she can control.

It can be maddening at times. To know that you can do something and yet not have it work when you want it too. But life, is a forever learning phase...if she can not do something one way, she will learn how to do it another.

~Excerpt from my Solo I am working on~

"Don't you see? If you want the things that you crave---so desperately, you MUST find a way to make them happen. Simply wishing your life had been different or wishing it away, and you lose all you have gained---and all you have given to others who have met you. Strange, isn't it? How one life can touch so many others without realizing it? See what a waste it is---to throw it away? To wish it was different?"

// Was curious about one side of Becca's story that I never wrote out because her backstory went an entirely different direction.

What if, Becca's mother, Elenna, never ran away to have her? True, her and Elrond were promised to different people when they were younger and eventually married those people (least he did), but their love was pure from the beginning. What if, when finding she was pregnant before they both married who they were supposed to, and she didn't leave to prevent causing a scandal, that Elenna gave birth to Becca within the land of her ancestors? Where Becca would not have been sold as a slave to Masters who taught her unspeakable things or did cruel and terrible things to her? Where she was actually raised as the Princess she is...whether she admits it or not?

How very different she might have turned out. It's an interesting idea. Been thinking of writing something out along those lines, once I get all the ideas straight in my head. Who would write it out with me? Can take place in any verse and multiple threads if desired.