Violate fire

A little something i wrote for my English class.

The ring on my finger stuck out like a sore thumb, but that was the point of wearing it. The small silver band was delicate, and had little etches of markings carved into the mettle. The flower came out to three leaves, representing my allegiants to the clave. The little purple gem stone was the only thing that defined me from the others representing my birth date as well as my uniqueness to conjure the violate fire that dwelled within me. I could feel it tearing at my skin just itching to get out and destroy something. My rage grew as the court declared our agencies to the queen of the south, her foul wickedness was a plague on this land. I felt the power running through my veins and my fingertips felt heavy as a blast jolted out and electrocuted all the people in the room and it was gone just as quickly as it came.