ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴʟʏ ꜰɪʀᴇ ~ ᴛᴍɪ

Chapter 25 - Vengeful Souls

Heavenly Fire rushed out of her outstretched palm, and shaped into a whip of blazing gold. Hungry and unpredictable.  With a flick of her hand, she struck the wooden dummy. It was a clean-cut, the top part was sliced off precisely with no splinters. 

Allison let out a whoop of happiness and turned to Brother Zachariah. "Did you see that? I finally aced it!"

Wonderful, Brother Zachariah's voice filled her mind with a slight undertone of pride. 

She grinned and wiped the sweat gathered on her forehead. "Though, shouldn't it be concerning that I tire so easily?" her body trembled slightly, her breaths ragged. She had been training the entire day, yet the goal was to shape the fire into weapons to utilize. Allison had not expected that, on the first day. It was easier to unleash her Fire as a tidal wave, but Brother Zachariah didn't prefer that. He wanted her to use her Fire as an artist's paintbrush rather than a bucket of paint thrown on a canvas. 

Most magic is done by using the materials found around, in both warlock and Fae techniques. Yours is a different form, it is taken from inside yourself, said the Silent Brother. Angels have the Heavenly Fire burning inside them, which is easier with an immortal body. Whereas you are part angel, part human. A mortal.  He gestured towards the nearby bench to sit.  

"Haven't the other Silent Brothers asked the reason for this special training session?" She asked curiously, sitting beside him. Days had passed, yet she didn't know how Brother Zachariah had managed to keep her training in secret.

Everyone assumes you're here to mourn your grandmother's death. That is all. Besides, he added, you aren't the first Herondale I've helped to understand their unique ability.

"Right," said Allison, remembering. "Tessa's son, isn't it?"

Yes.

His short answer made her wince. "I shouldn't have brought her up."

I don't blame you, Allison. I do like to be reminded of the past, however dim it may be.

"I don't even want to think of the recent past. I don't have the courage as you do."

Resilience is a hard-earned quality. You have to be tested with great trouble and pain to make yourself resilient. Losing loved ones is a terrible way to be made pliable. But the Graymarks I knew were one of the most resilient of the Nephilim.

"Finally, someone compares me to my Graymark bloodline."

Speaking of Graymark, I received a heavily worded fire message from your mother.

"Oh, she's Mrs.Herondale." She said bitterly. "And yes, I have been ignoring her messages and no, I don't want to talk about her now." Besides, she had already informed her mother of the true reason for her stay in the Silent City. Her mother certainly hadn't expected her stay to continue so long. 

She wants you back at Alicante or she is storming the Silent City. I would like to avoid that, if I may suggest.

"She finally decides to leave that bloody house, then," Her mother had been holed up in that house for long. As if Amatis had wanted to spend inside the house to replace the loss of her father's presence. Given to her by Stephen, Amatis held on tightly to the last thing to remember him by. Allison despised the idea of a presumed haven her mother believed. Maybe she should stay longer and test her mother's patience.

You should head back, Allison. I'm sure the Clave thinks you possibly went senile and cloistered down here. You have excelled far more than I expected of the use of Heavenly Fire. You are ready.