Zara The flames didn’t start with a spark. They erupted all at once—roaring, raging, devouring everything in their path. One second, I was standing in the middle of the academy courtyard, and the next, fire leapt from my fingertips, curling around me like a living thing hungry for destruction. The sky turned black with smoke. Screams cut through the night air. I saw faces—students, teachers, even strangers whose names I didn’t know—all twisted with terror as the fire spread from building to building, swallowing the academy whole. Their voices begged, pleaded, cried for mercy, but the fire didn’t listen. Neither did I. Because it was mine. I stumbled back, horrified, only to see my hands glowing brighter, scales flickering over my skin. The flames licked up the walls of the library, devouring the shelves, then wrapped themselves around the dormitory windows. Students pounded against the glass, their faces desperate as the heat warped the stone. “No,” I whispered, clutching my hea
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