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Ridley was five years old when she discovered she was a complete freak. She’d been watching the flames in the giant fireplace of her old home, completely mesmerized. Of course, she’d known that fire was dangerous and she shouldn’t touch it, but she’d held her hands close to the warmth, imagining what it would be like if it were possible to actually hold fire.
Then all of a sudden, her hands were made of fire. She was so terrified it took her several moments to realize she wasn’t in pain. The flames had vanished then, leaving her hands looking normal—except for the glowing blue light that pulsed through her veins. Her parents had raced into the lounge after hearing her scream, but they didn’t seem surprised when she showed them her blue hands. They explained it was magic. Magic she didn
