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His ribs trembled from the pressure, his throat tightening as the blaze climbed higher. Then he let it loose. A deafening roar ripped from his jaws as a torrent of flame exploded from his mouth. White-hot and furious, it lit up the air like a hell-born furnace unleashed.

I saw the flames that had swallowed the red sky and rendered it inaccessible to see through the windows slowing down. Oh no! This shouldn't happen. Fire was the only weakness of Frederick. In order to keep it active, I controlled my breaths and focused myself on feeling the blood coursing through my veins. I focused deeper to unlock the fire ability and glared out of the window to increase the flames. Seeing the long flames carved by my ability hiding the sky was satisfactory until I saw a bolt of ray striking inside the window piercing my created flames.

She gestured to the first symbol: a flame that flickered real fire. 1. Ignisar – God of Fire Bloodline Name: Ignisborn Traits: volatile tempers, enhanced strength, fire conjuration, immunity to flame Signature Magic: combustion spells, wildfire manipulation, soul-heat channeling Trial Weakness: cannot survive underwater realms without aid Whispers filled the room. I scribbled in my notebook so fast my hand cramped. “Many godbloods,” the professor continued, “live unaware of their lineage. But don’t fret.” She offered a knowing smile. “In your third week here, you’ll undergo a blood test to determine your divine origin. The truth will reveal itself, whether you’re ready or not.”

They formed a circle, drawing strength from proximity. "Basic control demonstrations," Astrid announced, taking the lead role we had practiced. "Starting with flame control. Tobias?" With trembling hands, Tobias took a step forward. As Garrett had shown him, he centered himself by taking three deep breaths. Flame appeared in his palm. Steady. Orange and gold. Beautiful rather than threatening. "Increase intensity," Astrid said. The flame increased in brightness and temperature while maintaining perfect control. Reduce. The flame faded to a mere flicker."Dismiss."

Rhythmic. The way he used to when I was overwhelmed. The way he always knew how to calm me down. My body betrayed me instantly. The tension melted just enough for me to breathe again. “Just… breathe,” he said quietly. I hated that it worked. I hated that he still knew exactly how to steady me. After a few moments, my breathing slowed. My hands, which had been clenched at my sides, loosened slightly. But I didn’t pull away. Didn’t want to.

They had always been there. The glyph on her palm pulsed faintly, a heartbeat of light against the skin, faintly warm and tingling. Shadow rolled across her forearm like ink spilling across parchment, curling around her fingers. And then—a voice. Soft. Familiar. Ancient. “Breathe, little flame.” Her eyes snapped open.

“Go and extinguish the flames, Erys! Use your wind powers to suck the oxygen from the fire alone and suffocate it!” He looked to me for a second. “I’ve never tried to do that before...” I scrambled to another nestle of little trees. “I believe in you babe!” He breathed deeply before reaching out his hands. “Um, okay. If you do, I can do it. Um, air from the fire...Fiery air...” Erys closed his eyes and chanted quietly to himself. I watched as a small area of fire went out. “You did it!”

"I'm not throwing a tantrum." He studied me for a moment as if checking whether I suspected anything. Once he was sure I didn't, he let out a breath and left with Lexie. I watched them go. Brandon never looked back. Lexie, on the other hand—the one who had always tried to provoke me—glanced over her shoulder with an unexpected hint of concern in her eyes.

"Look at me. You've learned control, you can teach him. I know you can." His voice cut through the panic trying to climb up my throat. I focused on him, on the steady way he was breathing, on the absolute certainty in his eyes that I could do this. The wild thing inside me that wanted to burn and rage and destroy slowly quieted. I turned back to Dante. "Follow my breathing. In and out, just like that. Feel the power but don't fight it. It's part of you now." He stared at me for a long second then matched his breathing to mine. In. Out. In. Out. The silver glow leaking from his hands started to dim. The fire that was crackling around us receded inch by inch until it finally disappeared comple

Luna asks nervously. "You'll do fine." I reply. "Close your eyes and concentrate." I say softly. Luna slowly holds her hand out in front of her with her palm open as she closes her eyes. "Go back to the first time you remember being able to wield flames. Focus on what triggered you and concentrate." I say coaxingly. Luna takes several long deep breaths then her face twists in anguish as smoke begins to roll off her body. Fire and smoke begin to seethe from her tightly shut eyes as she grits her teeth sharply. Luna's body begins to tremble and her outstretched hand begins to shake.