Water's pov
My eyes open feeling immense pain on my head , I look around to see I am in a clay room there is a single golden light buld in the room . My eyes travel the other direction to see fire standing near a table.
I try to slowly get up but I grunt with pain as the scar on my neck hurts .
Fire turns around to look at me , he quickly rushes to help me , and I don't stop him .
All of a sudden a fore of wind open the wooden door , this can only mean one thing , Arica
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Creation of love
ContoFire , burning rage , covered in thirst need for one thing water . Water , poweful in need of love What happens when the both meet ? Does there love flourish , or become another tragedy ... Read to find out ☺️
