The red sun hung low in the horizon. It peeked from behind the tall mountains that towered over the City of Fire. It was called the City of Fire for a reason. The sun never set, and it never rose. It stayed in its spot behind the Tsur Mountains, red as blood, as it did now.
The Tsur Mountains were made of a special kind of stone. The stone was red, but also orange. Transparent, but somehow opaque. Safe, but just as deadly. The mountains had saved the city, and also jeopardized it.
This. This was another realm. One that had lived in the mind of an innocent girl since her very birth. Mazene didn't know why, or how, she knew about this mysterious place. She knew that her mind—as smart as she might've been—could never conjure up something with so much detail, so much intricacy, and never forget a single detail.
Was this a real place? Had she been there?
But the most important question which had plagued Mazene's mind for a very, very, long time now was: who was she?
She didn't know herself.
This girl.
This enigma.
Mazene.
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Fire and Mist
FantasíaMazene always wanted to be an ordinary girl. She knew she was strange. Different somehow. She also knew that others around her could sense something off about her and just kept their distance. To be honest, she didn't know exactly why she was strang...
