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The shard whispered through me, a cruel caress: She chose, as you must. The vision shifted, and her silver eyes met mine, burning across centuries. “You cannot wield fire without ruin, child,” Ashara said, her voice breaking with the weight of her own choice. “The shard will take what you love most, because only love is strong enough to burn forever.” Her face crumpled then, grief overtaking fury, and she fell to her knees, clutching the lifeless body against her chest. The flames around us shrieked, folding inward until they devoured her whole.

, Kael’s death, slow, peaceful, with Seren at his side, no longer queen, no longer soldier, just his. And beneath it all, a terrible truth: Only one soul may wear the flame. And now, two burn. The moment snapped. Kael collapsed. Seren caught him. Snow fell harder now, but it melted before reaching their skin, burned away by the fire that bound them. Saphira stood trembling, tears on her cheeks. She turned to the ancient ash tree that had stood lifeless for fifty years at the citadel’s edge. It bloomed. White blossoms. Red cores.

“My lady, we’ve tried everything we can think of. But we’re not giving up. We’ll keep looking, keep trying… But until then, he’s trapped in this cycle.” I clenched my fists, anger coursing through me. “But what if there’s something you haven’t thought of? Something you missed?” “What are you thinking about?” Norman asked I paused, thinking. “What about the flame wolf? Harold said I survived its attack twice now, and no one else has done that before. Could it mean something?” Kirito’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “It’s possible. The flame wolf is part of the curse’s manifestation. If you survived it, there might be… a connection.”

His black boots had a ring of bloodied spikes protruding from around the front, the laces comically adorned with fake eyeballs on the ends. “You should see the rest of it” Flame looked into the darkness behind him “down by the water.” My heart threatened to choke me as I immediately abandoned the others to dodge around countless other moaning bodies before I found Flame now standing on top of one of the six red logs facing me. Hung on the first was Dax. His staring eyes and mutilated skin bought back memories of his horrible torture and death. His blood was dried all over his body. The second log hung Torch. The bullet wounds were obvious, with the one in his forehead revealing his shattered

And I drown inside her with no intention To come above for salvation. She shines as bright as the moon. When she comes for me with a moan Once our souls became one I realize A Flame can be of course. Fettered by the honey. He sang the song ‘You are my FLAME’, the one he said he wrote on the night with me at the lake house. I was a bit shy and blushed, listening to it but I managed by clapping excitedly once he finished singing the song with his beautiful, smooth, silky voice.

The serpent and the flame, bound to destroy each other until one of us breaks the circle. I see Rafael. His smile. His death. His final words. Break the prophecy. When I open my eyes again, the flames are gone. Aurora kneels before the altar, trembling. Her body cracks with light—Valeria’s power eating her alive. Luca limps toward her, blood on his face. “It’s over.” Aurora looks up, and for a moment—it’s her. Just her. The sister I lost. “End it,” she whispers.

“I shouldn’t be on this stupid team.” “Fenrir, that’s kind of rude to say,” Blair muttered calling the guy out. “You are disrespecting Cassandra Spellflower’s hard work.” “She’s dead. She was burned at the stakes just like every single witch in history.” Fenrir yelled back in response. Blair’s face appeared as if she were about to explode. Fenrir’s burtal yet honest statement must have gotten into her.

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

I envy her sometimes, just a slither of her confidence might have changed how my world just got turned upside down on me. “Who’s ready for shots!” Freya slides a tray with eight shots on it onto our table. My eyes fly to her and go wide. I am the world’s biggest light weight, I hardly drink on a normal girls night out let alone take shots! What on earth is she trying to do to me! “Easy girl” Freya says as she eyes me with a wicked grin and evil laugh. “It’s just two shots, nothing crazy you’ll be fine!” I absolutely was not fine.

Their dragons began to breathe a bit of fire over my cuts before the girls used the razor blades they pulled out from their pockets to reopen my wounds. The pain was becoming too much to bear, but I welcomed the impending darkness, because at least, I would stop feeling. I won't beg for death, instead, I will welcome it. In death, there will be no pain, and most importantly, no dragons. Perhaps, I dreamed what happened next, when the girls abruptly stopped their burning and cutting once they reached my back. In my pain and drug-induced haze, I saw their dragons leap back into their bodies as the Hoity Hags quickly retreated. As I was trying to process what happened, I blacked out.