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I jump up and, in a panic, wave my hands up and down through the air. ‘My hand! It's on fire! What do I do, Ember?’ I’m squawking and flapping about like a dazed baby bird. Ember rolls onto his back and feigns sweetness. He isn’t worried at all. I soon realise the flame isn't burning me. ‘You knew I could do this, didn't you?’ I ask him. Ember stands and nuzzles his face against my calve like a cat. I close my hand, and the flame disappears.

Emperor Sunwoo coax him and carried him to bed. Kana obliged and manage to take a nap. Then, before he can even deepen his sleep, frantic screams filled his ears. Emperor Sunwoo got up and look around. Then he sniff and felt the air, realizing what is wrong, he shook Kana to wake up. "Honey, wake up! Jade Pavilion is on fire. We need to escape, immediately!" Emperor Sunwoo is afraid that Kana might suffocate and sniff the arsenic filled air and affect their baby on his belly, he carried him out and run.

Dad asks her what she is talking about. “So while I was traveling I found this amazing island in the Medditerrian. To anyone else, it looks like a normal island that doesn't hold much of anything. A few abandoned ancient buildings. Of course, being me, the magic that was being used to conceal the city there didn’t work.” Emerald explains. “So they know what you are?” Marcel asks. This makes Nate and I very nervous. Ever since we discovered our little mate, we have become very overprotective of her for a damn good reason.

When Ember finally arrived, she hurriedly parked her car in-between some trees, to keep it away from sight, looking around to make sure, no one was secretly watching, she ran towards the direction of the mansion Her knees felt weak below her, as she saw, the state of her family house. The condition of it was beyond anything she could have imagined. The once-beautiful estate, with its pretty gardens and elegant architecture, was now reduced to an abandoned site, filled with ashes. Ember’s heart ached and her body whimpered, as she took in the scene, the reality of her loss hitting her like a physical blow. ~~~Ember~~~ "Ember" a voice called out, breaking me from my daze. I turned around to se

The warmth around the Heartfurnace faltered. One by one, torches dimmed. Children cried out in confusion. A baby wailed. A wind, unnatural and whispering, began to circle the village. Sarah shouted from the other end of the courtyard. “He’s not here to fight—he’s here to disrupt! He’s a living null zone!” Emma stepped forward. “Then I’ll give him something he can’t steal.” And she did the unthinkable. She poured all her Ember into the air. A pulse of raw, defiant heat spread through the village like a shockwave. It was not controlled. Not focused. But it was alive.

Ember *TW: Fun Times ahead, if you’re not interested, you can skip it without missing out on the story line* Everything seemed to happen at once and before she knew it, they were in his car speeding along a road with the airconditioning at full blast on her face. “We’re nearly there, Ember. I know your first heat is the worst, but I’m here with you and you just have to tell me what you want.” He soothed her, while he rested his hand on her thigh.

The mothers gathered in her room, trembling, as Elena read aloud from the first chapter: “There is no such thing as a finished city.” She read to them every night, sometimes only a page, sometimes an entire chapter if the guards were sleeping light. The text was technical, at first—schematics and protocols for self-repairing cities, polities designed to reforest ruins, the old thought experiments of a time before the freeze. But then, buried deep, there were other things: wild, fictional instructions for making your own home from garbage and frost, seeds for growing bread in airless dark, stories of children who outlived not just catastrophe, but the memory of it.