The Flaming Heart
The air in her lungs was running out.
Leila was dragged and pulled by the master. A raving desperation teemed inside her. Her eyes felt hot, not from tears, but rage. All of the sudden, her mother’s flute stone was burning hot on her neck and she heard the sound of wind again, loud and clear. The wind was coming from the sky, miles above her. It traveled across the greenery of the Needle Woods and penetrated the pores of the rocky mountains. It was fast as lightning and strong as thunder. Then, it finally gushed into the abyssal cave and filled every tunnel.