A LAND OF FIRE AND DARKNESS

Chapter 4

Twenty Days after Assassination attempt.

I sat close to the fire place watching the purple flames flicker.

Something dark told me to put my hand into the firepit. To let my fingers be engulfed by the delicious blaze.

I traced my hand over the warm flames and felt my mind twist further. I was once again trapped in a castle that I did not want to be in. I was going to be forced to be with a man that I think I despised, and no one was going to listen.

My hand paused over the warm flames allowing them to engulf my fingers. I twirled my fingers and felt only the smallest amount of heat touch my skin.

I leaned my hand in further and watched as the purple fire ate away at the sleeve of my shirt, but my skin remained untouched. It called for me like, offering the warmest of comfort.

I crawled into the fire, and heard the shimmering sound of my clothes slowly burning as it touched the flames, but I only felt as peace. I crawled into a ball and let the purple flames completely consume me. My clothes burnt to crisps and I leaned my head against the wall of the fire place. My hair was not burning, and instead whipped around me like it too was alive as the flames around me.

Every cell in my body vibrated with excitement to being so close to the Element.

I let my mind drift in and out of consciousness as I sat in the flames. I soon lost track of time and when I opened my eyes once more the night sky was beaming into the room.

The doors swung open and Laveen walked in. His arms were wrapped in cloth where I had burnt him, and he held the tray of soup. He had courage to come back in here, I will give him that.

His eyes creased as he searched the room, it took him a few seconds until he finally turned to face me. When he saw me, his face dropped along with the tray. Soup messed all over the floor and onto his boots, but he was completely frozen.

His golden-brown eyes stared at me and widened further.

I wrapped my arms around my knees and rested my head on my arms as I stared up at him.

"Nope." He shrugged and shook his head, he spun on his heels and walked out of the door, "I am out."

I had finally broken the General It seemed.

The door remained open and I heard commotion from outside the room. "She is in the fucken fire." Laveen shouted.

"So, get her out!" Brallon's voice echoed with panic down the halls.

"I am not touching her." Laveen continued as his voice faded further away.

I heard the muttering sound of swearing and footsteps until Brallon stepped into the room. His blue eyes met mine and his face dropped similar to how Laveen's had.

"Oh." He rubbed the back of his neck, "You mean she is in there voluntarily."

I stared up at the Oblivion and let out a bored sigh. Their commotion was interrupting my peace and quiet that I had found in the flames.

Brallon stepped towards me slowly, like he would approach a dangerous beast. He crouched down in front of the fire place and stared at the flames around me.

"Can you come out, please?" He asked softly while trying to put on a polite smile. He tried to coax me out like you would a feline creature.

I turned my head to lean my temple on my arm while moving my gaze away from him. I wanted to sleep in the flames, and I wanted him to leave.