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Kael opened his mouth. Paused. Then closed it again. The entire gathering burst into laughter. Even the Dreamer. The lighthearted moment eased the heaviness in everyone's chest. The goodbye was coming. But it wasn't here yet. The Dreamer's gaze softened. Then silver light gathered above its palm. A single flame appeared. Tiny. Brilliant. Unlike any fire Lyra had ever seen. It wasn't made of heat. It was made of possibility. Every dream. Every story.

“You ration your fire as though afraid it might consume you. Why fear the truth? Fire only lives when it devours. What is a flame that refuses to burn?” Lysandra’s teeth clenched, sweat trickling down her temple. “A flame with purpose,” she spat, blasting the shadow fire back in a sudden flare of gold. “And I’ll burn you before I ever burn them.” Her Echo only smiled, eyes glowing brighter. “You’ll learn. Every flame does.” Kael staggered as his reflection pressed harder, mocking him with every strike.

The lighter tumbled on the grass. “ELAINE, STOP!” But I didn’t. I forced my hand to pick up the lighter. After three tries, the colors of the flame danced in my eyes. And I dropped it on my feet. In one swift motion, bright light erupted. One moment, I was just wet with gasoline. But now, I am screaming. Screaming from the pain of the fire, burning. I am burning, a beacon amid the dark forest. A wild flame, in flesh and bones, dancing above the grass.

A very, very flammable statue. ‘I waited three whole days for you to come back,’ Vanessa mused, her voice a conversational purr as she played with a sleek metal lighter. ‘If you hadn’t scuttled out of London like a frightened little mouse on Friday, we could have wrapped this up days ago.’ The lighter flicked open. A flame sparked to life. She closed it. Open. Flame. Closed. The little fire danced at her fingertips, a tiny, hellish metronome. One slip, one deliberate toss, and I’d be the human equivalent of a Christmas pudding. A very well-done one.

Wind carried his voice across the stones. “Our enemy believes fear is armor. Strip it from him with courage. Remember why you stand: for mates, for children, for the song of morning.” He lowered the blade, and Alara stepped forward. She spoke softly yet every ear caught her words. “Flame is born in darkness. We burn brightest when shadow closes in. Today choose light.” She spread her hands, releasing a ripple of warm magic that skimmed the ranks like a breeze. Warriors inhaled together; fear slackened.

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.”

Smoke hung in the air, and the room fell into a breathtaking silence. Luna floated, her body bruised and battered. Just as the flame had begun, the smoke moved into her nostrils and began to come out in a rhythm. The amber light surrounded her, moving around like fireflies; it flew above her and stung her in the forehead. Luna's scream echoed around the room; the light passed through her, and from every part it took, scarlet light emitted from it.

She reluctantly let go of the conversation, giving me a faint smile as if saying she’d let it go—for now. The music picked up, signaling that it was time for the first dance. I took Amira’s hand and led her onto the dance floor, pulling her into my arms. The lights dimmed, and the soft strains of a romantic melody filled the space around us as we began to move to the music. Her body molded perfectly to mine, her warmth seeping into me as we glided across the floor.

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."

She glanced at the fountain first before she looked at Theo. "I wanted to show you this special and sacred place in hopes that you will understand me and the way we live, even just for a little." Theo said with all seriousness. Maddie just nodded to urge him to continue. "This flame was revived when the war from a long time ago was put to an end. Since then, this flame was not on the verge of dying out." "Wait." Maddie even put her hand up to stop Theo from speaking. "What does the war have to do with the flame? Is the war about putting water in it?" Maddie was serious but Theo chuckled on her question which made her brows knot.