Fire Girl

‘I’m certain I’ll never recover from this,’ she resigned to herself silently. Her hand closed tight around his copper medallion. ‘I’ll keep you with me, I promise. I’ll make it right somehow—’ though she didn’t know how. This would be a promise she’d make out loud if he were there standing in front of her. But, he was somewhere else now—‘how could it be possible I wasn’t alone yesterday. Yesterday I had you, and our small complete world, inside our tent.’ She fell silent again. The fire that was born inside her rose. Images of his body hitting the ground flashed through her mind. ‘I want to stop seeing you die,’ her mind shouted this in raw, exposed pain. The heat in her body spread, the power inside of her caught grasp of everything she had. Her hands now made of flame, the copper token dripped between her fingers.

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