Heat.
The flames lash out at her, so close she could touch them. All she has to do is reach out.
She wonders if she'll find her sister in the flames. Her hand stretches out towards them, her skin blazing with the heat. It stings painfully, like hundreds of tiny creatures biting at her skin. It offers pain, forgetfulness, oblivion. Death.
She pulls back, turns away, steps out of the heat of the perimeter. Her skin prickles with loss as she walks. And stops, falling to her knees in the dry, stale dirt.
She presses her hands into the ground, fisting her fingers in the dust. Her tears join the ash that borders the city. She cries until there is nothing left. Then she stands, wipes her eyes.
Ash streaks her face, a beautiful mask of pain, as she continues the search.
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Fanfare
FantasyAll her life the fire wall has been standing. Trenna has been enclosed, her whole city circled by flames. She always thought that her city was the world. But then everything changed. Pierce, a childhood friend, is not dead after all, and her mothe...
