Its often said that most of us have a special talent. That I never believed till now. I myself am different, far from normal I guess. I learned at a young age, that the clan I lived in, hated those who were different. I grew up, knowing that I was not wanted, nor did I belong, but that I will get into later.

My father, Cedrick, met my mother while he was young, around 20. He was, and still is, leader of the clan, Tribal marking on his left shoulder dictating his rank, his life and his passion to lead. My mother, Phoenix, was the daughter of a rivaling clan. Both fought for control over the land, believing in different gods, Fra 'Tok the goddess of the flame, standing for passion, love and warmth was the god ruling over my Mothers clan. Gar 'Rok was the ruling being over my Fathers clan, standing for Strength, eternity and life. Both Gods, and yes, they are real beings, hate one another. Later on, a martyr came to my fathers land, holding a treaty of peace from mothers land, as part of that treaty, father would get to marry the youngest of daughters, who was 16 at the time, the living heir would be the proof of said treaty. After signing, all war was ceased, the gods I believe were satisfied with what had taken place. The land had prospered, bringing in more life, expanding both clans into a solid being, creating peace between both parties.

Not long after that, mother had become pregnant at 17, not unusual in the clans. Though, most modern day civilizations might look down on it. Here though, its not uncommon to see a mother of 3 at the age of 16. Its just how our clans work. It was while my mother was pregnant that she was seen as the Clan Matriarch. Clans-men and women came to her for advice, leadership and help with family and house and home issues, while the Clans-men looked at my father for guidance and leadership over the clans laws and war-fair. Upon her hearing that she was due to have twin children, she was branded with the Leader Matriarch tattoo. Sign to all the tribes around that she was the Mother of all the clans-men and women. At least, to most this mattered. The last ones who still hated this, hated my mother and the demonic spawn in her womb. Though, she always ignored their comments and harassment.

Just before my and my sisters birth, another piece of paper was signed, or to be exact, two were. At this point, mother had finished her training. She had become the clans Master Assassin, or in fact, the only one as of the time. Due to the fact that she was due anytime for our birth, being that she was 8 months along, she opened up a school, one for training others in her ways. The clan used assassins for infiltration, even though most battles had been forgotten after the marriage. A month later, I was born. Without my parents knowing of it, there was a clause in the treaty that broke it, if I had the abilities that ran throughout the clans. Most did not have this, but the slect few, the ones who protected their homes and fellow family members, did have this ability. Each clan, resides around a God, each god represents an element. Sarah 'Nok, the God of Water, Fra 'Tok Goddess of Fire, Gar 'Rok God of Earth, Aera 'Okra Goddess of Wind. All four had once created a great civilization, but through disgruntled fights created war. Besides that, getting back to the point. I was born with the ability over fire. My sister Alyssia Corthaine, born with both abilities, that balanced one another out.

It was in may of 1993 that we were born. They named me Lilith Corthaine, Lilly for short, my sister named Alyssa Corthaine, Ally or Aliss for short. The sight of my fur was a shocking one though and my eyes were a brilliant green, almost like emeralds, my sisters was a stunning yellow, just like mothers, her eyes Crimson in color, just like father's fur. Usually, one would take on the fur color of the parent that they had the most common with, like if I was born with the ability over the earth, I would have been red. Yet, I was not either of their colors really. I took on a mixture of both, thus my fur was a brilliant fiery orange. Alyssa should have been born with my fur color, but she was more like mother. Mother and father rejoiced in both our birth's, but at least a third of the clan did not. "Something is different about this birth" they told my parents "Something is wrong with the orange... thing..." they said. I was not considered good nor evil, Alyssa was rejoiced for in the whole clan. They considered her the first one born, but that is not true. I was the first by only a few minutes. Yet I did not show any signs for them to question. Those who apposed and tried to attack, were thrown in jail or banished from the clan. Not long after, maybe 3 years, war broke out again, all cause of a simple accident... an accented that I had no control over. One that I created...

It was then, that I knew what was different. I had no control over my power. I had been attacked by some of the other kids, names that I would never forget and ones that they probably did not know the meaning of, ones they most likely learned from their parents, hit me like a wall... I had no control, no will to harm, but I would not stop it. A raging flame within me awoke, like how a Phoenix rises from the ashes of its burnt body, shot through my small being, singing most of my clothing off, leaving me in my underwear and half burned shirt. My hair was singed also, leaving it burned at the bottom. I never had felt such a terrible anger, one that was not mine that I knew of. I had harmed three others that day. Nearly killed one of them. I ran till I collapsed. Hid from everyone. It took my mother, father and sister 3 days to find me not far from the disaster. I had burned down a home in the incident. I had lost several pounds too from hiding for so long. Two of the kids had been released from the hospital, the third was finally out of Intensive care, and I was to blame. No one respected my parents fully after that. I also grew up knowing that life would never be the same. Not even Alyssa trusted me fully...

A month later, my mother had become pregnant again. I stayed in doors all the time, Alyssa avoided me as much as she could, hanging out with children who hated me for who I was, and Father tried to bring peace between the clans again, but to not a word was heard by the Waring clans. That day, I had changed the fate of our clan. I did not belong, yet I had to stay. The gods seemed to abandon our tribe... abandoning me. We fell hard, out numbers dwindled, then rose again the next rainfall came. It was never my intention, but it had happened and there was nothing I could do now to prevent it. My hair was short now, just under my chin short. Back then, short hair was a sign of poverty. My teachers understood my abilities, and a few accepted me anyways, while most hated me from day one. I had few friends, and fewer family. The only ones I truly trusted, were my parents, my sister, and my friend Nadia Lunakov. She was a feline I had met on the out skirts of town, her mother being an old friend of my mine. We played whenever thier caravan came into town. Most of the clans-pups called us dikes. Back then we did not know the term, and there parents grabbed them by the ears and pulled them back into the house, "You do not address the Heiress like that. Get to your room!" they would say, even though I could see the hate in there eyes.

It wasn't long after that when mother gave birth to our younger brother Havoc. He was also orange, but his fur held more of a red hue along with a grey streak down his back. His eyes a brilliant blue. I adored him, but was also afraid of getting close to him. For fear of my powers hurting him... potentially losing him... I watched him grow over the next few years from the sidelines, interacting long enough to play for short times and to tell him bed time stories, then getting out of the way when someone else wanted to hold and talk to him. I adored him, protected him when other pups tried to hurt him, Alyssa learning from mother, did a bit better job of it though. He never understood why the others were afraid of me, why out parents never really interacted with me and why father only talked to me when no one was around, why Alyssa told him to stay clear of me, never understood why they called me such names. He never asked, so I never told him the horrible truth of what had happened, sister never said anything either, made like I was never there. Mother by this time, had her tribal marking removed, it was a terrible act by her clan. She had been ambushed, then her tattoo's were removed. Like she had been skinned alive in parts, which was what had happened when she told father. Her two earrings were also ripped from her left ear. Her upper left thigh had suffered the same fate, it was a marking of her old clan, one the females had gotten when they became of age to marry. Her clan abandoned her, and so did ours as a leader...

Around Havoc's 10th birthday, he and Alyssa were considered the only heir's to the leadership of the clan. I had been tossed aside by the clans-men, like trash. I had also turned 13, I was a teenager now. I am the heir, but Havoc and Alyssa were the only one's who could take control now. They were the main center of attention, not me. Though, I never liked being the center anyways. Weeks after our birthdays, he came to me, his voice seems nervous. "Big sis..." he said, I just looked at him blankly, like I held no emotion. "Why... why did you protect me all those times, why does everyone hate you..." then hesitated once more "Why does Alli not talk of you..." It was then that that i knew that he was old enough to know what happened, so I told him. Told him about the fire that nearly took the lives of 3 pups and how they were so badly burned that the scars were visible, that the hair on those marks never grew back. He just looked at me. I knew that he was afraid, I knew that he now never asked to know the truth. That was the day that he ran away from me whenever I approached him. He did not know what to think. How was I even to know what to think... and it had happened 10 years ago.

Around Alyssa's and I's 16th birthday, mother had turned a little cold toward me, Alyssa taking her side. Father still loved me with all of his heart, but mother quit talking to me, when she did, she addressed me as someone she did not know. Alyssa referred to me as "That... thing". Havoc had grew to live with my past, and now was starting to talk with me more again. I could see that he was afraid of something, but what at that time I was not sure. Father asked Mother many times about why she never acted like I was her daughter, but she never said anything, just turned her back to him. The kids by now, had grown up, quit teasing me, and found new, worse names to call me. My mind now knew that they wouldn't dare do anything, I had created a name, one that I never wanted, but it stuck. I was the freak, the one who's powers nearly killed and maimed those 3 kids. They now hated me with a passion, one that they would want me to end up just like them or worse... I had stopped going to public school, continued in a private school, but it was no use. I hated my life there, so I chose the only option left... I ran, ran away from there. Havoc, Alyssa, Mother and Father never knew about my choice, and I figured that they would never have to now. I chose to leave everything behind. Chose to start new and never tell anyone else I met along the way what had happened that night. Nor tell them about my family... I chose to forget everything and everyone, and I did just that... forgot.

I went into homes for orphans. Telling them that my parents, sister and brother died in a car accident, that I was at a friends house and the bodies were too badly burned to identify without DNA testing. So that is how I started new. With a lie that was nearly as bad as what I had done years ago. Yet, that didn't stop other accidents that had happened. I went through about 5 homes before giving up on that. I never thought about my past life again, going from shelter to shelter, confronted by men at least twice my age, wanting me to sleep with them and offering money to do so. Refusing each and every time and when they didn't take no for an answer, I scared them away with my abilities. At 17, I left the orphanage permanently, finding a job then a motel room to live in. Life wasn't so bad now, I had my own place, new friends, I did stay in touch with Nadia and she visited every month or so to help me when needed. Never thought that I would have a normal life and never knew what it was like. It was an amazing feeling to me. What seemed normal to most had allowed me to become happier.

around my 18th birthday, I had been single all my life, knowing most likely that I wouldn't ever meet a guy that would likely understand my "abilities". My body had changed a lot since then, going from a slender, non-noticeable figure, to a voluptuous hourglass with DD-cups for breasts. Sooner than I though though, I met a Male Alaskan Grey Wolf, at least 6 foot tall with a body that looked like he had worked out at one point, though the muscles had the appearance like he had not worked out in a while, and a little bit of a belly too, but I didn't mind. For some reason, he took to me. Asking me a lot of questions, yet I never answered all of them. We eventually fell in love, calling one another our mates and partners. He had asked one day, why I never came near fire and why I always avoid them, why I never talked about my family, or where I was from. I had to tell him at this point. I waited for his reaction of horror. Braced myself for the rejection, but was shocked when I felt his arms embrace me. His warmth flooding through me, feeling a love that I had been missing for such a long time. It was then I knew that I could find someone, and I had found him. Eventually, he coursed me into meeting my family after such a long time. Father ran to me, embracing me, crying, telling me that he thought I was dead. Mother, though still cold hearted, came to me, apologizing for all those years, in her own, cold way. Alyssa looked at me, our body's exactly the same, yet her face was nearly as cold as mothers. Havoc, was now 16 years old, and looking more like father. He ran up to me, jumping on me and acting like he was 5 again, like there was never any forgotten time. I had so much to catch up on, yet it seemed like a huge leap to try it again. Living like a family.

A year later, on my 19th birthday, I was accepted into his clan as family, my mark was that of a scout. One who tracks where the wildlife that sustains us goes throughout our live's. My marking held its place under my left eye, where most of them are placed in the clan. I found my home. My life, family. It was finally complete. I had a reason, more now then ever to stay in touch. To reunite with lost friends... I found those 3 kids... Killian joined the military forces dying in the line of duty, his last words "I forgive her, the Heiress that hurt me..." Hillana became a mother and told her pups of what happened, that people like that shouldn't be feared, but respected and her lesson was the scars that lay across her body. Hex grew up still hating me, but knew that he had brought it upon himself. Forgiving me for what had happened.