"Why do the men always have the honor to fight in war when women have the power to bring the army down to there knees"
A ruthless man is nothing but a man
A ruthless woman is everything a man wishes he could be.
What happens if the rebellion didn't...
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FLAMES OF THE HEIR transcribed and rewritten by a unknown scribe
The roar of the battle echoed in my ears, a cacophony of shouts, dragon calls, and the clashing of steel. My heart hammered in my chest, but my mind was as clear as ever. The field was chaotic, but I had one goal: Jack Barlowe. I'd watched him nearly kill Liam, and I couldn't let that go. Not after everything we'd been through together.
The sight of Jack—swaggering like he owned the battlefield—stoked the fire that already simmered in my veins. He thought he could just walk away from this, thought he could escape the consequences of what he'd done.
But he was wrong.
"Arrax," I said through gritted teeth, the words barely a whisper between us. I could feel my dragon's agitation, his impatience matching mine. "We're going after him."
The great dragon beneath me growled, his wings beating the air in powerful strokes. I held on, focused. His fire mirrored mine—hot, ready to burn.
As we shot toward the tower where Jack had fled, I could feel it rising in me—the power I kept buried beneath layers of control. The fire. The magic. It was all there, waiting to be unleashed. And today, Jack would be the one to witness it.
The tower loomed ahead. Jack stood at the top, sword in hand, a smirk playing at the edge of his lips. He was ready for a fight. But what he wasn't ready for... was me.
"Jack!" I shouted, the sound of my voice lost in the wind. He turned, eyes narrowing as he saw me approach.
"I thought you'd be smarter than this, Nora," he sneered, raising his sword. "But here you are, chasing after me like a dog with its tail between its legs."
I didn't respond. I didn't need to. Arrax's roar was enough. My dragon's massive form blocked out the sky as we dove down, closer to the tower. I felt the fire bubbling within me, the heat rising up my throat, crackling at my fingertips. Jack wasn't going to get away from me. Not this time.
With a flick of my wrist, the power surged outward. A massive fireball bloomed into existence, bright and blinding. I aimed it at Jack's smug face, the heat of it almost unbearable, even from a distance.
"Goodbye," I muttered, and let it go.
The explosion was deafening, shaking the earth beneath me, sending a shockwave through the air. For a moment, everything was silence. The remnants of the tower crumbled in slow motion, dust and debris swirling in the wake of the blast. When the smoke cleared, I didn't see Jack's smug grin anymore. He was gone, consumed by the flames.
My heart pounded, but there was no satisfaction in the aftermath. I'd done what needed to be done. I couldn't afford to feel remorse. Not now.
The smoke still lingered in the air from the explosion I'd caused, swirling like the whispers of a thousand questions. But I didn't care about the questions. Not now. The War Games were still on, and the Fourth Wing wasn't about to lose.
