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There are several different tribes on this land were we live. Only about 4 I know of. Each tribe has a different color of fire that burns within their veins and hands. Some hold two or more colors within their powerful flames. We only hold purple fire, making us the most powerful but we never use our flames for violence.

We are the smallest tribe. Raven and I are alone, as 4 different bigger tribes live among our land. Raven and I were scared to attack the other tribes at first. They kept burning down our homes and buildings. Well, what we had left at least. We grew very wounded from the wars against the other tribes, but we can never die because we are the last of the purple fires. We aren't very skilled fire throwers, even though we are the last. I was never a warrior, I was the commutator of this tribe. Raven was a half warrior who worked mostly on weapons or maps. Leaving me, most wounded.

Raven and I got tired of failing against the other tribes, so we decided to attack the best we could. Purple fire was the strongest, no matter how weak we were truly inside of our healing flesh. If we worked hard, we could destroy the other fires.

I made the first attack to the tribe in the west. They were in war with another tribe farther north. They were going to get attacked double this pitch black night with the reddish stared sky. The west leader was tall and towering. Witty he was, with fire of red and green bursting out of his hands. He glared down at us, standing his ground with his one white shoe and the other black, which I thought was a funny fashion.

It was dark that night, the only light was our fire. I could barely see his darkened face from the shadows his fire cased on his face. He towered over my small form. Raven was behind me, taking guard if any of his tribe or north tribe attacked.

I tried my best, throwing my purple fire orbs towards the towering leader. He didn't need to dodge, because my aim was awful. He made no attack back as I ran around him. He turned and fallowed my every move, fire orbs fallowing behind my slow movement. He didn't seem like he wanted to hurt me, more scare me off.

I stopped running, me and Raven around him. "Why aren't you attacking me?" I asked, he clearly wasn't trying his best to attack.

"I don't want to die when my tribe needs me. One hit of purple, and I'm dead! I won't attack if you won't." He called out in his booming voice. I agreed