This universe is full of things that humans do not know, different realms filled with the strange and the unknown. It is what the people in the realm of humans call fiction. For those unique authors who write about supernatural beings such as fairies, dragons, vampires, werewolves, and even shapeshifters, they were gifted with what we call the Sight. Of the six realms together, I live on Fire. This amazingly spectacular planet I call home is made of brightness and luminosity, of fire and light. However, I am not apure blood Fireite. I was born on the planet Terra, but a raging war caused my parents to seek out refuge for me here. They risked their very lives so that the last remaining heir could be alive.
The terrain on Fire is mostly black volcanic rock streaked with rivers of crimson lava and orange flame, then decorated with onyx lava tubes. There are some spots on the planet where vegetation grows, but it is scarce. This is why the people of Fire are hard core. Having the heritage I have, my skin is pale as the moons at night, but their skin is dark and tough. Their will and determination is just as hard. People of the other realms say they are warriors, and I suppose that name suits them. The Fireites are a great race, a fighting one. In this culture there is a group of female warriors, called the Dragon Sisterhood. They are considered a form of royalty on this planet. Thanks to the gratitude of Queen Topaz, I am among those heart achingly beautiful women who men stare at in awe and women turn green with envy. Fire, besides the humans realm, is the only other world where females are free. We fight, live, love, and die of our own free will.