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244. THE HUNT FOR THE FIRST SPARK.

Author: Teowrits
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-16 00:33:14

Paths appeared—five of them.

Each led to a choice.

Each held someone she had saved.

And at the end of each path… stood an Emma. A different version. A different life.

---

Path One – The Solitary Savior

Emma walked alone down the first path, leaving Steve behind momentarily.

She stood before a version of herself—dressed in white healer robes, hands aglow with curing light.

Behind her, villages stood healed. No disease. No famine. No frost.

She was alone.

Always alone.

Her eyes were tired. Her smile was practiced.

She had given everything.

Even Steve.

“I made a world without death,” this Emma said. “But I lost every reason to live in it.”

Emma stepped back.

And the vision dissolved.

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Path Two – The Flame Queen

The second path shimmered with gold and crimson.

A regal Emma stood at the head of a flaming city, her Ember Heart grown massive, her hair a crown of living fire. She wielded the Heartfurnace like a divine beacon, and cities bowed at her feet.

Steve was there.

But not beside he
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