Today wasn't the best of days for Chari. Oh, it started good — but it went extremely downhill, extremely fast. Amidst a whirlwind of new information, she found herself in the eye of a magic storm, not a natural phenomenon. She kept her orange-and-teal wings folded around her, her own fire circling her like Will-O-Wisps. Her maroon cloak flapped wildly in the storm, or tornado, as it seemed to her. It was dangerously fast; Chari felt it tugging at her tail-flame.
Sometimes a gust of wind would blast in her face, or try to catch her wings. But whoever was attacking never hit her flame. Either they didn't know it's purpose and didn't care, or they knew its purpose and wanted her alive for whatever reason. The latter sent shivers up her spine, and, incidentally, down her tail.
Little flickers of green whisked by her vision, and with the use of her magic and willpower, she tore many leaves from the storm. Their edges turned a silvery color, aside from the purple glow of magic that bound them to Chari, and they were no longer being whipped into one form or another from the winds. The leaves, too, started circling her; and with more magic, she turned them all point-out, and they were launched into the storm like arrows.
The storm got worse a few seconds later, and she felt her wing membranes get caught a few times. She summoned roots from the ground, and they twisted their way around her feet and legs to keep her anchored, also with a purple glow. The cirlcing flames flickered, and likewise for her tail as the wind picked up. Thunder sounded, lightning flashed close to her, striking one of her flames. The fur around her ears stood up, and the rest of her hair was black with small wisps of orange. More lightning struck around her, decimating her flames.
By chance, she looked up, and time slowed. Lightning was about to strike her, too, and she brought her wings over her head. Out of instinct, she used Steel Wing, realizing her mistake, but unable to fix it. Time sped up again, and the lightning arched for her now-metalic wings. She braced herself for the overwhelming pain the electricity was going to send through her, firing all her muscles without her command. She thought this was the end. And, when the lightning struck, she lost all doubt that she would die. All her muscles fired, and amidst the pain she thought it had felt strange.
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The storm stopped, but Chari wouldn't know that for a while. A man stood there, his dark colored cloak still. He had black hair and dark eyes, with a pale complexion. A strange, disorienting aura emanated from him as he stared at his downed quarry. The sorcerer walked over to the limp form, briefly noticing that her hair changed back to orange with the black stripe, and used magic to pick her up. The roots were still wrapped around her legs, but they had lost her will, and were little more than a slight annoyance to him. He opened a portal, swirling and red, and sent her through first before he followed. Logic said, as he entered the stone room, that he could act as an escapee from his magic lab, and gain her trust. Logic also said that would work. And, for a moment, he thought about it. But he never really considered it. Things needed to be prepared, after all.
Locatating an empty cage, he placed the strange magic user inside. There were four cuffs inside, however he didn't bother. He just left, closed and locked the cage door, and set magic-dampaning runed stones at each of the four corners. Once Chari changed, it would make things easier to explain. The sorcerer smiled to himself. Yes, this would be quite interesting. He'd never found such a creature who relied upon emotions and instinct as she did. Humans did, too, but they were neither powerful nor odd; Chari was both. She was perfect for his plan. She would become the new face of terror.
The sorcerer left the room to get the change ready, both the alchemical and magical elements that will be involved.
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Chari woke, initially surprised she was even alive. She became even more surprised when she realized she was inside a kind of cage, and suspicion set in when she looked at her cloak to find it unscathed and unburnt. Her hair had turned back to normal, probably because of her losing consciousness.
She made to stand, and heard a clanking sound. Chari froze, immediately thinking she'd been chained in some way. Then she found the source of the noise, all four metal cuffs, and noticed that none were attached to her. She finished standing and looked around. The walls outside her rusted prison were stone, and there was a frame for a portal over in a corner. Shelves of ingrediants were opposite the frame, along with some sort of table or alter. Circles of runes were sparse along the floor, and even more so low on the walls. She shuddered, almost wishing she had been killed instead of taken to this place.

A door opened, and when Chari looked at it, she noticed it was wooden.

(To be continued, I just have to get it here. I have the full thing on my deviantART (Charizard-100) if you want to see it)