Romans & histoires Wish For A World Without Flame

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

I wasn’t certain how to face Monica after what she had done to me and then I wouldn’t know how to face the other girls that may have to suffer the same fate without knowing a way to help them. It didn’t take long for me to realize that there wasn’t something that I wanted to wish for in particular. However, it wasn’t every day that I could get the see fireworks on display like this so it would be a waste not to wish for anything. I wonder what the prince is wishing for? Before I fully understood what I was doing, my mind was already making a silent wish to the fireworks that were still lighting the dark sky above us. ‘I wish that all of Prince Leonard’s wishes will be granted without fail…’

"The First Flame is still working." Hope looked at the lantern. "But we're nowhere near the valley." Caelum smiled. "We don't have to be." "The flame was never meant to stay in one place." "It lives wherever someone chooses hope over fear." The last spark drifted away on the wind. The whispers faded. Silence returned. Comfortable. Gentle. I leaned against the rail, smiling. "We're not just finding roads anymore." Aria nodded. "We're watching them grow." High above the Wayfinder, the breeze carried the tiny lights toward distant horizons.

Just like the cro‌ss inked on⁠ my back, fire consuming it, I’d be the cross with her fucking name on it the blo⁠od in‍ my v‌eins the flames that would want to devour‌ her. If an⁠yone asked⁠ me⁠ what the definition of a‍ c⁠lus⁠terfu⁠ck was, I’d say three word‌s Lila, and me. Ever⁠ything about‍ us was wro‍ng, yet I couldn’t i‍magine never having her again, not being able to fe‍el her from the inside and if whatever‌ was about⁠ to go down‍ betwe‌e‌n me and my fami‌ly t⁠urned o‍ut in o‍ur f‌avor, I‍ didn’t kn‌ow if I would be able to let her go‌.

Before I can start dreaming, hands grab my waist from behind, causing me to yelp in surprise. I grab the hands and try to lose them, but they were so strong. I shout for help. My mouth and my nose instantly cover with a cloth. I struggle, but I can’t breathe, and I can’t hold any longer. I inhale something like a chemical that burns my nostrils and my throat. I can’t fight anymore, and my eyelids start to feel heavy, and my body starts getting weak, and my eyes flutter closed. ***

I first want to see my own country before I go overseas. "Do you see anything you want? How about this snow globe?" Damon asks. I look at the beautiful snow globe. It is a model of this little town in the middle of these mountains, and when you shake it, you can see the snow falling all over the village. "Oh, it is perfect. It looks like a little fairy tale world. Of course, I want it," I say as I add it to the little shopping basket in my hand.

Because if this was the war between shadows and flame, then I would burn the truth into every room he tried to darken and I would do it without a crown. Let the world watch. Let Mikhail listen. Let the fire speak for itself.

“And when the world no longer needed flame—he left the ashes behind.” —Aria, Widow of War

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...

“With this. It’s a binding map. It reacts to blood and soul resonance. But we’ll need all three of us… together.” Lucan hesitated. “That’s dangerous.” “No,” Seraphina said. “It’s necessary.” Astra looked between them. “There’s more. At the center of the Dreamspire… there’s a flame. It’s not like any other. It’s made from all the lives the curse has claimed. And it still burns.” Seraphina swallowed. “If we step into that flame—” “We’ll either be freed,” Astra said, “or completely consumed.”