Fate Of The Mates
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a cool breeze swirls around, lifting my hair.
I grab the matchbook and strike one quickly so I don’t burn myself. I say, “bring forth this fire inside, may it forever burn as the smoke helps me rise.” I blow out the fire, “ignis.” Heat ripples over my skin, causing me to sweat before it cools.
Turning west, I pick up the bowl of water, “bring forth the water inside, may it flow and never run dry.” Dumping it down in front of me, I say, “aqua” as a coolness settles over me and the water puddles at my feet.
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