(Hello! I'm 715Yamatan, but you can call me Yama. This is my first story. Although the chapters are short, I believe they are high quality. I strongly hope you enjoy my content!)
The wind blew through the mountains, as night was usually peaceful. But tonight was different. The peace was under attack.
She ran outside with a child in her arms. Moving blue flames burned behind her, as if they was chasing her. She flapped her corroded wings, and took off into the night sky. The fire flew after her. She took a curved blade out of her belt, cut a hole in the air, and threw the baby inside the tear. Then she turned, faced the rising flames, and yelled "FOR CAMILLE!" while attacking the fire with her blade. The blade was black, and it moved through the air like a knife through butter. She drove back the flames, spinning and twirling, as if she was a ballerina. The flames moved backwards, towards the burning house. Then, they took at complete change and went towards the mountains behind her. As she put away her blade, the tear in the sky closed.
Then, as if it was planned, the flames attacked from behind. They circled, dived, and burned strong. They first went for the wings of the female. She took out her blade, and the flames swiped it away. Her blade landed in a canyon that was unreachable at the time. That's when she knew she was doomed. The flames danced around her, occasionally striking her wings. Eventually, the flames won the fight, and as her wings turned to ashes, she fell into the flames.
A scream was heard, the flames dissipated, and nothing was left in the no longer peaceful night. The flames of the old house cleared, and inside was a male creature, similar to the female, but he lay dead. Burnt and disfigured, he lay still in the old house.
