In a World We Know

Disclaimer: Wahhhhhh...oh why is the world so CRUEL? wahhhhh (you know what that means)
A/N People seem to have forgotten that there are subjects OUTSIDE the royalty! So I took a little fire kid, and put him in a rock school (and face it this WOULD happen) and saw what happened...

It was disgusting. Zera watched over the little fire boy, stumbling home, confused, crying. It was rare to see a fire being cry, they had a reputation for being strong, courageous. But this was only a child! An innocent little babe, who had had his life torn apart, by the destruction of his world. “People never stop to think” With this thought in her mind, Zera sat and watched.

It was quite by accident that she had stumbled across the school. She had been looking for a way to terrorize Pyrus, and had noticed a clean school, with Rock children streaming into it. And, this is what had caught her attention, a little fire boy, lost in the vast horde of strangers, with people around him staying as far away as possible.

He had held his head up high, though Zera, untrained as she was in the ways of psychology, could see the uncaring stares were slowly breaking his heart. “Is this what happens to all fire people?” She asked herself, “And where are the rest of them?” This was a school for 7-9 year olds, and this little fire boy was the only one in that area who was 8.

Zera was interested, despite her own best interests, and decided to watch awhile, see what happened to this little boy. He set his books away, picked them back up after they had been “accidentally” knocked over by some nine-year-olds and proceeded to class. “He must like this class” Zera deduced, noticing how the fire child brightened up, and started walking faster. “Oh no…” she groaned out loud, as she noticed the size of the door “he’ll never be able to lift that handle!” And so indeed it was. The school had been built for rock children, therefore everything, including the books and the doors, where made for rock children. No allowances were made for fire children who, though they were slimmer and faster than rock people, where as not a physically strong as them.

Finally, the fire child was able to slip in behind some rock kids, after suffering an enormous amount of ridicule from them for being “a puny fire brat” and a few blows to the head. “Yes!” she saw him mouth as he settled in “workshop!” And Zera could see why he liked this class. They where working with metals and, instead of having to use the flames to heat the metals, the fire child could simply hold it. And so he proceeded to happily work along, twisting the red-hot metal into the shape of a female face. “Probably his mother’s” Zera mused. Her face twisted from its usual “regal” manner into a soft smile as she watched the humming child.

It was then that she noticed her. A rock girl, sitting back and sniggering. She saw the rock girl nudge her neighbour and make strange, twisting movements in thin air, singing the same tune as the fire child. When the little fire boy looked up, she smirked and made her movements even more disorientated, then looked down and said “ohhhh, I’m on fire! Help! Help! My brains are burning!”

“Is this what the rock people DO?” Zera half shouted, jumping up from her watching point. “What’s they’re mentor doing?” In fact, their “mentor” was watching the proceedings with an amused smile playing across her lips. It was, after all, only a fire child. THEY had invaded their home, they were different therefore they were stupid. They hadn’t even been able to save their own planet.

“Stop that.” The voice of the fire child came across, vibrant with anger and shame. If there is one thing fire people treasure, it is their honour. “Leave me alone and go away!”

“Stop whaaattt?” The rock girl said, in a sing-song voice.

“Making fun of me! Leave me alone!” The little fire child was becoming very upset. And when that happens…justice is served.

But the girl of rock knew that she was safe. This was her home ground, this boy was different, the advantage was all hers. And so the taunting continued. Twist, twist, sing, sing, taunt, taunt. With each movement, with each word, the fire child’s grip on his piece of metal tightened.

“STOP IT!” He screamed and, with all rational thought long wiped away by the constant teasing, he threw the metal at the rock girl. “Oh no” he whispered as the girl turned to him. He, a child of fire, had thrown a piece of metal at a girl of rock, a year older than him, because she pushed him to the edge.

The teacher snapped into action. “Get to the principles office now!” And as the fire child turned to go he noticed the rock girl turning towards him, and laughing.

“Expulsion.” Came the voice of doom.

And as the little fire boy turned into his house, as the family gathered round and cried at the injustice of it all, and as the little boy cried himself to sleep in his mothers arms, Zera pondered the day, what she had seen, and what she had not.

The End