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As I opened my eyes, I directed a force towards the fire torches and the fire from every fire torch, left and united as one huge ball of fire. Everyone moved away as it burned hot. Anyone who moved closer to it could burn in a second. Then I turned towards the zombie giant, and directed it towards the giant, certain that it would burn them down and they would disappear. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out. The giant roared, and stood strong as he dusted off the ball of fire on its chest. Then it rolled down to his large palm. “Now, it’s time you take back what you threw at me.” He voiced out, with his voice sounding thunderous and mighty.

She stated before correcting her statement, "Oops! Sorry. I forgot that basically, all of you lot died in the front yard." "Well, of course. Did you really think those traitors and murderers would've given you a book that praised the Flames in such way? They don't want you here or alive at that matter. I, on the other hand, want nothing more than to help you, but I can't." The lady sounded distraught, almost embarrassed that she couldn't do more. "Why?" Ruby questioned, knitting her eyebrows in confusion. She was thicker that usually as she answered the Hart girl, "Because that's your mission. Only your ignis can help you."

It had been remade, fractured yet alive. And the fire was listening.

Sudden flashes hit her like lightning—searing, fragmented memories she had forgotten how to hold. A woman screaming her name. A room filled with flames. Hands pulling her away. A pendant burning hot against her skin. And a voice—deep, familiar—whispering: “Don’t forget who you are.” Elena gasped, clutching Holden’s jacket. “I—I remembered something,” she whispered, shaking uncontrollably. “Holden, I saw the fire. I saw—” He gathered her against him as her breath broke in uneven waves. “It’s okay,” he whispered into her hair. “I’ve got you.”

Remember who you are. "I remember," I whispered. The flames climbed higher. I closed my eyes and reached for the power. Not to destroy. To protect. Silver flames erupted from my body, meeting the red-orange flames climbing the pyre. Where they touched, the fire paused. Confused. Unable to burn through the Shadowborn magic that shielded us. Gasps rippled through the watching crowd. "Impossible," Viktor breathed.

It wanted everything gone. Ezra stood tall, fire rising in his chest. The fourth flame answered—not bright, but anchored. Ezra stepped toward the silence. “You were made to erase us. But we were made to remember.” The silence surged. Ezra didn’t move. “I know my name,” he shouted. “I know theirs.” The flame burst through his chest—not gold, not silver. White. Pure, steady memory wrapped in fire. It blazed outward, not to destroy—but to restore.

Cassiel Thorn Memory is not a gift. It is accumulation. Layer upon layer of moments that do not fade, do not soften, do not forget to be true. I remember the first time a civilization believed it had achieved balance and I remember how it ended. It was a devastating fire. I also remember the second was silence. The third? Erasure. Patterns repeat. They always do. That is why I watch. Not to judge or to interfere but to recognize. And what I am recognizing now....Has no precedent.

“This is where they made the first wolves… where they bound power into flesh for the first time.” Evelynn shivered. “And you think… what? That the fire—my fire—can tell us why it’s being drawn to me?” Aiden’s gaze softened, but it didn’t waver. “I don’t just think it. I know it. The fire is older than you or me, older than this world. And the ruins… they remember it. They respond to it.” She glanced around nervously. The shadows clung to the edges of the courtyard like living things, curling and stretching as though testing her. A cold whisper, barely audible, slithered through the air: The fire… it hungers…

Alisa thought it was sunlight, but it turned out the source of the light came from a terrifying place like hell. “AAAAA!!” “NOOOOO!!” "GOD DAAAAAMN IT!!" “DAAAAMMNNN!!!” “HEEELLLPPPP!!!” Screams, groans, and curses echoed from every corner of the burning city. People whose faces were obscured by the black fog tried to put out the fire and stop the arsonist. But what could they do? Their much smaller and weaker bodies could not defeat the arsonist who was a giant.

The world groaned. And then the Gate whispered, “The memory you chose to burn.” What did Elthara burn at the beginning… and what will happen when she remembers why she lit the fire?