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“But you’ll be gone.” And then I moved. Faster than his eyes could track, faster than the witches could react. My fire took over. No more compromises. No more second chances. No more mercy. I felt it before I moved. The shift. My body became flame incarnate, no longer flesh but vengeance wrapped in heat. My wings of fire unfurled behind me—massive, burning brighter than anything I had ever conjured before. I wasn’t walking anymore. I was gliding, a being of wrath.

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Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

The wolves stumbled, hissing where my wings touched their smoky bodies. Slithering through the room was the architect's laugh. "All right. Indeed. Feel it. The fire was never intended to be merely a weapon. You are what you are.” Echoing their words, the shard pulsed more forcefully in its case. My chest constricted. The fire nearly escaped my control for a second, with wild arcs licking perilously close to Reyna. With her shield up against the flames, she yelled, "Xenia!" "Retain your position, not ours!"

I stepped inside The air went still My magic dimmed I wasn’t alone Shadows moved across the ceiling whispering like children beneath a blanket I drew in a slow breath and whispered the name I’d heard in the rift The shadows parted A long staircase spiraled downward lit only by gold threads in the stone that pulsed with each step I took And at the bottom A chamber Circular and silent A pedestal stood in the center and on it rested the weapon It wasn’t a sword It wasn’t armor It was a flame Floating Contained in a glass orb sealed with runes that pulsed like a heartbeat I knew without touching it This was goddess fire Pure Unforgiving Alive I stepped forward and pressed my hand to the orb It s

I let out a hollow laugh as I heard Benedict's explanation. "Benedict, spare me the nonsense. If things were really as you said, I might feel wronged, but I wouldn't be divorcing you over it. "Do you think I don't know? When a firefighter is faced with a life-or-death choice, the protocol is to save the closest person first. I was clearly nearer to you. Celestine was lagging far behind because she ran slower. Yet, you didn't even look at me—you went straight to her.

Gary was perfect as he was. He falls asleep and dreams of his fireheart. He dreams that he flies in the sky with him riding Zog and that they laugh happily, but the dream takes a strange turn when their children appear. Small wolves with wings that breathe fire from their mouths. In the morning when he woke up, he was tired. Restless sleep didn't give him the rest he wanted, and in the early hours of training, he couldn't reach his potential. In the afternoon, he joined his friends. They all go to drink and eat, and Lucifron tells them the dream, making them laugh.

She had already taken in too much smoke and needed fresh air. Cruella fell to the ground, gasping for air while the fire spread and more walls collapsed. “Swayer.” she muttered before the walls around her collapsed on her and everywhere went silent except for the sound of the blazing flame as it burnt the entire building to the ground.

Merea shielded her eyes with her hands as she moved back from the flame that was beginning to take the shape of a rising phoenix, the very kind that was the center of the Eyrotian coat of arms. Goyre stood to her feet as she beheld the phoenix. It opened its mouth to screech and its voice was deafening. Beneath the Phoenix, knelt by Basten’s side. As she fell from Goyre’s temple to Eyrotia she suddenly felt something that felt like a lock fall from her neck. And as she got close enough to see Basten with Goyre’s sword over his neck her rage had filled her body with so much power that it felt like flames replaced the blood in her veins. As her anger grew, she heard a loud screech, looked up a

My body becomes enveloped in a burst of flames, and the fire spreads from my skin and causes an expulsion as soon as it got close to the gas tank across the room. THE END.