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I ask him, the tears drying up on their own, the anger, starting to show instead. "We're in Light&Fire academy," he repeats but that was enough to drive me insane, that place doesn't exist, we created it, I imagined it, I dreamt about it, but it's not a real place. "Paul, please tell me the truth, where are we?" I ask him again hoping for the truth this time. "Cinderella, you're Ella in the stories, and we're in Light&Fire academy," Paul says in the same calm voice, he doesn't sound childish anymore, he sounds like the ancient creature that he is.

He moved closer, “I just… need you to know. If this doesn’t go the way we plan, if I lose myself again. I want you to know, I am grateful for you. For seeing the light in all my darkness and for not being afraid of either of them.” He paused, looking at me. His gray eyes like storm clouds rolling in. “You are the line, Flame,” he murmured. “Between the part of me that was her weapon… and the part of me that wants to be more.” My breath caught. He reached out, slow and deliberate, his fingers brushing

Peering into his eyes, flickering with hope, I said, "If you're really hurting, it's only what you've earned. I've lived with that kind of pain every day we were together." Darren went completely still. He sat in silence, tears flowing nonstop. However, he gathered himself enough to join me in the Moon Goddess Temple. Holding the severance papers, I felt a sudden lightness. "Darren, here's to never crossing paths again." At that moment, I finally shattered the chains that had imprisoned me. At last, I could live for myself.

She stands in front of me, barefoot in her pajamas. “Damon,” she breathes. That’s all it takes to snap the last thread of control. I step inside and kick the door shut behind me. My hands are on her before she can blink, dragging her against me, my mouth crashing down on hers. The kiss is savage, greedy. She moans into me, clutching my shirt, pulling closer to her. I lift her, pressing her back against the wall, her legs wrapping around my waist like she’s been waiting for this moment all damn day. Her slip rides up, silk sliding against my hands, revealing bare skin that burns under my touch.

‎ ‎Of a woman who had once been called cursed, who had chosen to burn anyway. ‎ ‎Of a man who had seen her light and stood beside it, unyielding. ‎ ‎Of children who carried that light into darkness and made it brighter. ‎ ‎Of descendants who chose, again and again, to love when it was hard. ‎ ‎Of a flame that had spread not by force, but by invitation. ‎ ‎The countless answered—not in words, but in harmony. A song that was every lullaby, every battle cry, every vow of love ever spoken. It rose through the World Tree, through realities, through time itself.

It was just like our marriage, which once seemed unbreakable but was now nothing but lies and betrayal. I stood where I was, watching the fire grow smaller and smaller until the last ember was extinguished. I felt no nostalgia or reluctance, only calm and relief. I then picked up my suitcase and took a taxi to the airport without looking back.

I intoned, my voice gaining strength from the power uncoiling inside me, “I summon thee, Lunar Flame. Purge the darkness. Burn away the shadow that devours us all.” Agony flared, but it was nothing compared to the silvery fire that erupted from my wounds. It wreathed my body in ethereal flames, cool as moonlight yet hotter than any inferno around us. The pain ebbed as the power filled me, knitting my fraying life force just enough. I rose unsteadily, the silvery aura crackling around me like living armor, illuminating the ruined street in ghostly light.

he said, not shutting up at all. “Candle. Flame. Burn. Ignite.” The wick sparked, then fizzled with a soft puff of smoke. Rain gave a mock gasp. “Oh no! The mighty Lia, slayer of curses and beasts, brought low by a tea light!” “Rain,” I said, warning in my voice. He held up his hands. “Hey, hey—I’m just saying, it flickered! That’s halfway to a bonfire.” I glanced at him, trying not to laugh. “You’re the worst cheerleader.”

The flame flares to life, I hold it for a second, just long enough for him to see it. “No…no! You can’t do this!” Reynolds roars, struggling, panic bleeding into every word. I glance back at him, my smirk sharp. “Watch me.” Then I toss it. The flame lands, catches the trail of gasoline, and a hiss breaks the silence. Then a roar. Fire races across the ground like a beast unleashed, devouring everything in its path until the entire house is ablaze. Orange light dances in the night air, casting shadows across Reynolds’ face as he screams.

he asked “No, it’s not like your actually staying long so it doesn’t matter besides you didn’t seem to have a problem with it when we were just standing out in the doorway in the cold so what’s it to you? Not wanting to wait for his response I continued “You’re wasting time, my wardrobe isn’t what you came to talk to me about so speak up and start talking or this conversation could wait for another time. Just as he was about to say something before he could even get a word out a big large boom sounded and interrupted causing me to rush to the window and look outside. It was a crazy blizzard outside, looks like the loud boom sound was the sound of a tree falling. I was so invested in what had