In the corner of Ironhand city that the Worshippers of Chaos had made their home, Felicia Arglye was entertaining an enthusiastic crowd.
As she danced with the fire, Felicia felt alive and free. She loved the way it danced with her and the way the crowd cheered. She loved to entertain, being the centre of attention. She twirled her fire batons and bent over backwards, impressing the audience with her flexibility. The performance was finished with a huge fireball.
She smiled at the adoring crowd. She then looked to her father, seated upon the leader's throne, made of scrap metal with heavy cloth thrown over it to prevent scratches.
"It's time, father." She yelled. "Time for new leadership."
Her father's smile disappeared and the crowd cheered. There was fear in his eyes. Felicia knew this was a good thing, the Worshippers of Chaos were likely to follow her and her father knew.
"You have served us well, dear father, but your time is over. Time to step aside and declare a new leader: Me!" Felicia smiled as the crowd cheered her on.
"Felicia! You are young and naive. You are not yet fit to lead. You anger me with this demand of yours."
"I asked you before, now I demand. You have three days to make a decision or the only way to settle this will be a duel." Felicia punched the air and laughed. The crowd roared.
"FELICIA! FELICIA! FELICIA!" They chanted.
Her father tried to yell over them, but it was useless. Felicia turned and walked away with three fingers in the air. One way or another, in three days she would be Leader of Chaos.