Ashes Beneath The Skin

Kael Draven had learned to lie long before he had ever learned to read. Not the trivial kind, the ones about missing homework or sneaking biscuits from the jar. No, he mastered the dark art of deception that served a far graver purpose—the kind that kept his family alive in a world that threatened to burn them all alive.

He stood outside the glass-walled burn unit, arms crossed tightly over his chest, watching the nurse with an intensity that bordered on desperate. Isla Quinn. Her sharp, discerning eyes flicked between her tasks with a focus that hinted at experience beyond her years, each movement deliberate and precise. She moved with the grace of someone who had witnessed horrors and managed to emerge from the depths, though perhaps a piece of her had remained behind. Kael felt an odd admiration mingled with unease; he found her resilience both inspiring and anxiety-inducing.

Inside the sterile, brightly lit room, his sister stirred restlessly. Ember was small for her age—a fragile figure bundled in crisp, white sheets—but her spirit burned strong, stronger than anyone could expect after everything she had endured. The fever had flared up again, the heat radiating off her skin like a furnace as the relentless rise of her temperature gnawed at Kael’s resolve. He could feel it deep in his bones, that ominous shift of energy simmering just beneath the surface of his skin, calling to be unleashed.

But he couldn't afford to give in to it—not here, not now. The stakes were too high. The glow of the hospital lights felt like a reminder of the precarious balance he maintained; one false move and everything could unravel.

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Ten Years Earlier

The wind howled like a restless spirit along the jagged cliffs of Glenreach, tearing through Kael’s jacket as he sprinted toward the precipice. Ember’s brightly coloured kite had snapped free, a vibrant streak against the dull sky, and she had dashed after it—laughing, fearless, but far too close to the sheer drop.

“Ember!” he shouted, his voice nearly swallowed by the gale.

She turned, her eyes wide with excitement, just as the earth crumbled beneath her small feet, sending shards of rock tumbling into the abyss.

Kael didn’t pause to think. He leapt, propelled by a surge of adrenaline that made everything around him feel as if it had slowed to a crawl. In that brief moment, fire coursed through his veins, ancient and wild, igniting his senses. His skin tingled as if kissed by heat, and he felt a powerful crack in the fabric of his being. It was then that wings burst forth from his back, unfurling like shadows in the light, and he roared—not in agony, but in a primal expression of strength.

With a swift motion, he caught her, the world spinning back into focus as they soared above the edge. When they landed, the cliff lay scorched, blackened earth testament to the power that had just surged through him. Ember clung to him, her small body shaking with sobs, tears streaming down her cheeks in stark contrast to the bright colours of her kite still fluttering in the wind.

Their mother knelt beside them, her face pale and streaked with tears, a mixture of fear and relief. “You’re the last of the line,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “You will protect her. You will protect us all.”

But the world, he knew, did not embrace protectors. It demanded proof, evidence of strength, and Kael felt hollow armed only with scars, burdened with secrets, and a sister who burned with an inner fire that threatened to consume them all.

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He loathed hospitals. The sterile chill wrapped around him like a suffocating blanket, and the relentless hum of machines created a dissonant symphony that set his teeth on edge. It was the looks the staff cast at Ember that unsettled him the most; they regarded her as if she were nothing more than a broken toy, discarded and forgotten.

But she wasn’t broken. She was becoming something extraordinary.

Kael had explored every avenue available to him—herbalists who spoke in riddles, ancient healers steeped in tradition, even the enigmatic clan perched in the hills. Yet still, her shifts remained erratic and unpredictable. Her young body struggled to contain the fierce fire that burned within her—she simply wasn’t ready to harness it, not yet. She was too young, too pure to bear such a heavy burden.

And then there was Isla, the nurse who stood before him.

Her demeanour was unwavering; she didn’t flinch at his words or buckle under the weight of his lies. In her gaze, he found a steely resolve that stirred echoes of memories long thought buried—reminding him of his mother, perhaps, or of a version of himself he had once dared to believe in.

“She doesn’t burn like humans do,” he asserted, feeling a flicker of defiance rise within him.

Isla turned to face him, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that sent a jolt through him. In that moment, after years of numbness, Kael felt something shift beneath the ash of his despair.

Hope.