Ember. It means fire. Ember was never safe. Even before she was born she was coverted. Hunted. She's the last of her kind. Once there were many. Once there were four. Four families. One for each element. Air. Water. Earth. Fire. Every other family e...
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Ember sat on top of Nymeria, who had made herself the size of a mountain. She didn't recognise her surroundings, but there was nothing to recognise. It was pitch black. The only reason Ember could see the water below her was because of the ripples created from the flap of Nymeria's wing as she flew swiftly through the air.
Ember sat between Nymeria shoulder blades, clinging to some of the larger spikes on Nymeria's back snd using then as handle bars to keep herself from falling. Nymeria blended in perfectly with the darkness as she flew silently through the night. Ember didn't know where they were going, but she knew they were heading towards something. She didn't know how or why, but somehow she knew she was going the right way. It was like she was following an Invisible Light.
The water below stretched on for miles in every direction. To big to be a lake. A sea, maybe?
The scene changed.
The black sea turned into land. Nymeria disappeared from underneath her and Ember fell to the ground. She rolled down a slope and her head hit against something hard.
A grave stone.
Ember stood up. She recognised the place instantly. The Manor in the distance. The massive cauldron in which Voldemort had rised out off. The cracked tomb stone. Ember hurriedly backed away but tripped over something she hadn't seen, bur she knew it wasn't a grave stone.
Ember landed with a thud and she landed right next to a body. Her black eyes stared into the lifeless grey ones.
The lifeless eyes of Cedric Diggory.
His face forever stuck in the expression of shocked disbelief. Ember screamed and backed away but Death Eaters circled her. They alllet out agonising screams that echoed throughout the graveyard as they lit up like flames and were reduced to nothing but ash.
Ember's heart pounded in fear and she panted for breath. Tears stung her eyes. But then a firey figure stalked towards her. She could tell it was a girl. Her flaming hair flowing behind her. Her hands glowing red. Fire red veins covering every inch of her. She could make out the figures eyes. A violent glow of orange, as if her eyes were made of flames. The figure stopped right in front of her and Ember was paralysed in fear. It took sometime before she could comprehend what she was seeing.
Her own face, but not her face. Her eyes had dark shadows underneath as if she hadn't slept in months. Her fingers were pitch black as if they had been severely burned. But what disturbed Ember most was the smile on her face. The sadistic smirk. It shivers down her spine, and not the good kind.
The two Ember's stared at each other for a moment, before the other Ember wrapped black burned fingers around Ember's neck.
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