Joining Forces

Sephora

Fire flickered and entwined around itself and around Sephora as she stood there before the dias. Everyone was cowering in fear, begging some ancient gods to save them from this flaming death that had come to claim them. But Sephora wasn't looking at them up on that dias, the only person that held her attention was smiling at her with so much love and pride it almost threatened to bring her to tears.

Ambrose's pine green eyes glowed from the brilliance of her flames as he gaze down at her, and she gave him a slow wicked smile. Their plan had done it's work.

Sephora had spent hours with Ambrose those past few days before the assembly. The minister's words had given Ambrose a brilliant idea of how they would prove she was the Pheonix. The Pheonix was a creature of fire, a magnificent bird that flew over the heads of their foes and reduced them to ashes and simmering embers. Sephora had to become that creature, that force of nature. And so, together in the fighting pit, they had s