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248. The Butcher of Mind
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2025-07-18 16:33:00Irsi’s body changed with every village lost.
She grew taller, spindlier.Her tongues were now blades of living parchment, inscribed with names scratched out in black ink. They fluttered in the wind like cursed scripture.Where once she whispered, now she howled.Her mouth no longer split once or twice—it cracked across her entire face, revealing rows of memory-threaded teeth. When she smiled, history screamed.She wasn’t harvesting identity anymore.She was unraveling reality.---The PlanEmma had survived because of the flame that bound her to others.To Steve.To Sarah.To the old dragon, Long.So Irsi would attack the world’s memory of Emma, not Emma herself.She would cut Emma out of history.
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The Healer's Bond 249. FORBIDDEN ART. II.
Adam was trying his possible best to keep calm but he could not. He was wracked with a nervous energy and at the same time, he felt an intense excitement course through him.He had only been a human being for a few hours and he was not getting close to understanding how the human body functioned.His stomach had been growling non stop due to the hunger he was feeling and the confusing thing was how highly aroused he was.His nose was filled with this hot musky scent that drove him wild. He looked over at Priscillia and saw that she was neither flustered nor infected.What was happening to him?"What you are currently going through is know as lust and as long as you stay here, you will be experiencing it," Priscillia said.Adam swallowed nervously. "What is causing it?" He asked as he shifted nervously on the mahogany chair he sat on."I am," The alluring creature who was looking at him like he was food spoke up.Adam said nothing for a while as he studied the creature. "I feel like yo
The Healer's Bond 248. The Butcher of Mind
Irsi’s body changed with every village lost. She grew taller, spindlier. Her tongues were now blades of living parchment, inscribed with names scratched out in black ink. They fluttered in the wind like cursed scripture. Where once she whispered, now she howled. Her mouth no longer split once or twice—it cracked across her entire face, revealing rows of memory-threaded teeth. When she smiled, history screamed. She wasn’t harvesting identity anymore. She was unraveling reality. --- The Plan Emma had survived because of the flame that bound her to others. To Steve. To Sarah. To the old dragon, Long. So Irsi would attack the world’s memory of Emma, not Emma herself. She would cut Emma out of history.
The Healer's Bond 247. THE FLAME THAT DEVOURS
The chamber changed.The moment Emma’s foot stepped beyond the final threshold, the floor beneath her feet melted into ash. Not the warm, glowing kind that comes after fire—but the brittle gray dust that coats the bones of fallen empires.The air was different here. Heavier. Each breath pulled something from her. It wasn’t fear.It was memory.Regret.Loss.And ahead, rising like an obsidian tower twisted into a blade, stood the last pedestal.Upon it, the Black Flame did not flicker.It consumed.A pure jet of darkness, impossibly deep, coiled upward like a spiral of liquid void—crackling with sparks that did not illuminate, but stole light instead.The Flame of Sacrifice.---Alone AgainSteve called out behind her.“Emma—wait!”But she couldn’t turn.Her feet were locked to the path.This trial, she knew, was final. Not in order—final in cost.Even the Flame Archives went quiet.The Black Flame pulsed once as she drew near.And then it whispered.Not with voices.With questions.--
The Healer's Bond 246. THE FLAME THAT WAITS
The fourth pedestal sat further from the others, recessed into a basin of carved obsidian stone, almost as if the chamber itself had recoiled from it. And in the center of that basin—barely flickering, barely visible—burned the Blue Flame of Wisdom.Emma approached it slowly.The air didn’t feel hot this time.In fact, it felt… cold. Like still water in a sealed cave. The silence pressed down on her like weighted cloth. Even her heartbeat felt loud.Behind her, Steve stopped at the final marble step.“I can’t go any farther,” he said. “Can I?”“No,” Long murmured, stepping beside him. “This trial is taken in solitude. Even the Sovereigns of old faced it alone.”Sarah added, “Blue is the color of insight. Ice that does not numb. Flame that doesn’t warm. It’s not a trial of the body or of fury. It’s what you know, Emma.”Emma exhaled slowly and stepped forward.---Crossing into the BlueThe moment her foot touched the basin, the sound of her companions disappeared.No more voices.No m
The Healer's Bond 245. REIGNITING THE SPARK
The red flame on the third pedestal snarled and writhed, its surface rippling like molten anger barely kept in a jar of glass. It growled at Emma as if it sensed the hollow inside her—the missing ignition point, the origin of fury now turned to ash. She stood at the edge of the platform, shoulders stiff, her breath uneven. “I don’t feel anything,” she said quietly. “There’s nothing in me for it to answer.” Sarah stepped forward. “You don’t mean that.” “I do,” Emma said, her voice flat. “I know I should feel it. This flame is rage. Pain. Resistance. But I don’t… remember why I ever fought.” Steve clenched his fists. It wasn’t just that Emma had forgotten—it was that something had taken the memory. Sliced it clean from her, leaving behind only the shell. “Then we’re not starting the trial,” he said firmly. “We’re taking it back.”
The Healer's Bond 244. THE HUNT FOR THE FIRST SPARK.
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 SaviorEmma 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.---Path Two – The Flame QueenThe 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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