IT'S A SMALL WORLD

Dashing, prancing, dancing. Anything could describe the hellion in it's natural environment, in a burnt forest next to a volcano. Fire was such a fun and unique element. It burned and destroyed, yet mesmerized and taught. Thunder could even cause flames to swallow a whole forest in minutes. That fate had been given to the gnarled and twisted trees that covered this land. It was another corner of the big wide world. "It's a small world, after all!" The hellion sang in a cheery voice, skipping through the ashen trees with great joy. He stuck out like a thorn in the grey background, but little did the man care! Sickly green eyes skipped around the land, curious for company. He'd met a rainbow-caped woman, who was next? A thunderous beast?