Cassandra
Cassie breathed in the crisp morning air with a smile, listening to the sound of her feet in the frosty ground. A short while ago, her village had been attacked by Frost Mages, but only a few people had been killed, most just injured. The small settlement had recovered well, but nature wasn't so lucky. Their fields were filled with bad, hard soil, garden plants growing weakling and taking on morning frosts that shattered their fragile leaves. The grass itself seemed to freeze over every morning, only just thawing out when night hit and froze it over again. Even the outskirts of the forest, a quarter of a mile away, had suffered.
As Cassie wandered down the dirt path towards the woods, she crossed next to a farm house, and gave greetings to the farmer, one of the few people in the village who was kind to her. The poor farmers of the town who had to rise even earlier now to counter the night frosts on their crops.
The older man and his family who owned the house and field ahead were out at the start of the field with buckets. A teenager grabbed an empty one, running back to the house where it would be filled, heated and brought back to the others, who would pour it gently over the plants. It was very time consuming, and Cassie, as always cherishing times when her destructive magic could help someone, offered her services immediately.
"Oh dear, you're a life saver. Don't be too rough, we do need them for the harvest!" Her curly head of hair bobbed with laughter, shaking the farmers grateful hand.
"I wont burn any this time, I've been practicing. Found a new property of fire the other day." She informed them, and the younger two kids stepped back, suspicious with the opinions of the other villagers.
Cassie put her right hand into a fist and pressed it into her palm, wrapping her pinky and ring finger over it, but leaving her middle and pointer finger up. It was her customary summoning pose when she tried to create large amounts of fire. "Fire Make:.... Solid Flames!" Leveling her two fingers to aim like a cross bow, a jet of fire spurred into existence, swirling into the air above the crops in a flat disc, stretching back as far as the field went. It hung there like a flat sun, flames swirling like they were encased in something, but not leaving the circle.
She held it for a time, watching the frost on the plants melt. Then the fire sputtered out and vanished without a trace.
"Thank you so much Cass!" The old man gushed with a smile. "You saved me a weary day of work! I could offer you pay if you'd only work for me..."
Cassie laughed and began to backpedal towards the road.
"I'd love to Herrick, but you know my parents would never allow it! Regardless, I'll always help if I'm walking by!" She waved and continued on her way to the forest, happy for some early training and a chance to help someone.
Then she moved deep into the forest, looking for somewhere to train, as a new place was always better than the same one.