When he woke up, sun was rising above the sea. Ash was everywhere. He was covered in it. It was in his lungs, in his head. He was alone. There was just ash and nothing else. He didn't know where he was and why he was lying in the ash. He couldn't remember why his heart hurt so much. He couldn't even remember his own name. He remembered just fire. He was born of it like a phoenix.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hello,
If you made it all the way here, I just want to thank you. It means so much for me that you've read my story. Please, leave the comment if you liked this story and even if you didn't. Tell me what you think about it. Tell me about mistakes you've spotted, whether it is grammar or story itself. It will help me grow as an author.
For those furious about last chapter, don't worry. This is not the end. Not for Manu and certainly not for me. I'm working on story about his latest adventure for you to enjoy as soon as possible.
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