Through It All From Ashes To New Novels & Stories

And from those ashes, we'd build something better. Something real. Something clean. Something beautiful.

“Always.” He stepped forward, and the world followed suit—mountains stirring awake, rivers returning to their beds, the sky mending itself in ribbons of gold and azure. The age of ruin was over. And from the ashes of gods, a new dawn began. The new dawn broke like a wound learning how to heal.

Each step felt lighter—the chains of her memories slowly disintegrating into the echoes of what once was. In that moment, Clara realized the ashes of her past were not an end but the foundation upon which she could build anew. The road ahead was uncertain, but for the first time, it was driven by her own choices, and she embraced that uncertainty with open arms. With every breath, she promised herself that she would rise from those ashes—stronger, wiser, and undeniably free.

And from the ashes of a broken family, a new one had risen. ---------------------------------------------------------

I open my eyes again, staring at the wreckage before me. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.

Ash smiled slowly, reverent and pressed her palm into the torch’s flame. The skin sizzled. She didn’t flinch. “She made me in her image,” Ash whispered, voice trembling with reverence and rage. “And then she tried to bury what she’d created.” Her gaze lifted to the blackened cross still hanging above the altar. “But daughters always rise from their mother’s bones.” The crowd roared. Chanting her name. Ash. Ash. Ash. And from the smoke-filled rafters, the first snow of burning ash fell soft as blessing, cruel as prophecy.

"Avril, have some water and calm down. I know you're holding a grudge against me now, but you shouldn't be so rash next time." I didn't accept the cup of water. However, Peggy got burned by the hot water in the cup and ended up splashing the water onto my arm. "Oh! It burns…" The hot water scalded Peggy's finger. Vernon hurriedly led her to the tap and placed her finger under the running water. As for me, I was dressed lightly. The hot water had soaked through my chiffon top, scalding my arm instantly. I went to the restroom to handle the burn on my own. Very quickly, red blisters began forming on my left wrist.

A woman who rebuilt herself from the ashes. Just like Phoenix. Rising from destruction to create something new.

I will make myself happy and a man will on be an addition to my happiness. Deep within me, a flicker of resolve ignited. I realized it was time to transform my sorrow into strength. Like those resilient seeds waiting in the ash, I too could rise. It was time to reclaim my life from the frailty of grief and rebuild among the ruins—to pull myself from the ashes of my past and carve out a new beginning, one shimmering with the promise of hope.

He had already suffered so much. And even after death… he still couldn't be spared this humiliation. It was my fault. All of it. A hand landed gently on my shoulder. Cassia knelt beside me and pulled me into her arms. There was a faint, clean scent about her. It steadied me, just enough to keep me from falling apart completely. I cried against her shoulder, letting everything out–grief, anger, despair. After a long time, my sobs finally quieted. I looked up at her with red eyes. "Cassia… thank you. If it weren't for you…"