Corvus Corax
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
"God," A horrified whisper was all the young woman could manage, as she surveyed the scene around her. The remnants of smoke evaporated in the evening sky, and small flames continued to burn the sides of a building. As the woman calmed down, the fire eventually died down, but not without the consequences. Alexandria Kaltman was to blame for this mess, a twenty-three year old who previously lived a quiet life. Her powers were still quite new, and even the smallest inconvenience could set her off, just as it did moments ago.
The events leading up to this moment were as followed. Alex woke up, went grocery shopping, then headed to her favorite bar around half past six. One of the drunk regulars decided to bother her by getting right into her space, and it didn't take many drinks for Alex to snap. This was the catalyst that, unbeknownst to Alex, would change her life.
The bar had burst into flames from the inside, and because of this, there were some casualties. Most were able to escape through the back, but that wasn't the important part. Alex had only gotten worse from that point, as she realized what she had done. Making her way outside for fresh air, Alex then forced herself to calm down, shutting her eyes and taking a few shaky breaths. This wasn't like her. It was the anger, the fire, taking control. Alex needed to do something about this before things got worse. Speak of the devil, because the sirens were closing in, and Alex couldn't bring herself to run.
The events leading up to this moment were as followed. Alex woke up, went grocery shopping, then headed to her favorite bar around half past six. One of the drunk regulars decided to bother her by getting right into her space, and it didn't take many drinks for Alex to snap. This was the catalyst that, unbeknownst to Alex, would change her life.
The bar had burst into flames from the inside, and because of this, there were some casualties. Most were able to escape through the back, but that wasn't the important part. Alex had only gotten worse from that point, as she realized what she had done. Making her way outside for fresh air, Alex then forced herself to calm down, shutting her eyes and taking a few shaky breaths. This wasn't like her. It was the anger, the fire, taking control. Alex needed to do something about this before things got worse. Speak of the devil, because the sirens were closing in, and Alex couldn't bring herself to run.
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