I Will Be The Flame Novels & Stories

With a final flourish, she extinguished the flames, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke in their wake. Elara, the newcomer with the Celestial Flames, stepped forward next. Her presence commanded attention, and her eyes burned with a fierce intensity. "My power is the Celestial Flames," she said, her voice ringing with authority. "These flames are imbued with celestial energy, capable of healing and destruction."

Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body. “You were always too soft, Bastion.” She says. “Too foolish and self-centered to see what I really needed.” The same man stands behind her, arms folded, looking like a muscle-bound god. “You want me to kill him, Flame?” She smiles “No. let him rot. He was never worth my time.” The vision faded and I screamed, not out loud, my dry throat couldn’t handle it. But inside, where it counts. Where she wants it to hurt.

I started “I have powers, and I can light fires. I haven’t learned how to control it yet.” For a while Ben just started blankly at me. I am not sure if he believed me or thought I was a nut case. “Really?” He said finally. He was hard to read. “Yes, it’s why I am out here.” I continued “I am dangerous, and I have to stay away from others.” “You don’t look very dangerous to me” he said. “Well, that fire was caused by me and that was dangerous” I said, “do you believe me?”

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

To her greatest bewilderment, it didn’t seem like it was totally irrelevant and it read thus; “let me start by saying a very big sorry to you. It’s me Ekaris, I was the one that called earlier during the day. This is what I should have done earlier before now, but the courage and morale to do that was lacking in me. I feared how grieved and angry you were and probably you are …. I never meant all those stuffs to happen regardless that they have. It was my foolishness, selfishness and I that should be blamed….most especially me for possessing such bad and insane qualities. Whatever you feel right now is right, I really deserve no mercy. I know right from time, I couldn’t just do things on my

Thousands across Duskfall. The Ninth Flame flickered between Elira’s hands. She spoke not to the flame, but to the crowd: “This is not mine to keep. This is a gift we offer. To anyone who dares ask: What if I am more than the world says I am?” Then she let the flame rise into the air. And it broke. Not into fire. But into threads. Hundreds. Thousands. Drifting into the hearts of those ready to remember who they could still become.

She smiled—not with mystery, but with understanding. > “The flame you weren’t meant to carry,” she said. “The one they buried. The one they feared.” Velan’s voice trembled. “You’re not forgotten.” > “No,” she said. “I was hidden. Because I wasn’t born from gods. Or remnants. Or prophecy.” She paused, letting the silence wrap around them like cloth. > “I was born from the world itself. I am the eighth flame.” --- The Flame of Choice She moved toward the center of the chamber, where a shallow pool of dark water lay still. No ripples. No stars reflected. Just stillness.

Everything. Bloodwood would burn. And I would be the one to light the fire…

I’ll still be here. Holding the flame. Without fear. Without chains. Without silence.

I let the golden flame rise between my hands, swirling with violet and silver And I answered with everything I had “We burn the illusion.”