Fire is our Blood: 17 Days

Fire is our Blood: 17 Days

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jan 31, 2018
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We are a people of Fire. We are SPARKS. We are truth, truth is fire, the three concepts like a holy trinity, or a triangle of synonyms. Our enemies are alike, LURES. But they offend, rather than defend. You have 17 days to choose between two options. Sacrifice your virtue, family, and past life, or save no lives. Attention is what the silver letters engraved on our wrists crave, you must feed them. You are not a chosen one. The illustration of your assigned weapon below will pierce the hearts or heads, or other various organs of who you must end. If you can access the fire in your mind, when so pointed at your opponent will exit with force from your index finger. Becoming ordinary is the only fear you are allowed, and is compulsory to possess, it qualifies you as a SPARK. If any other fears are evident at trial, you will be disqualified from both lives. Vera Ada Charmer, your verdict?
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"I've only died three times-or at least, that's all I remember. The truth? It could be a hundred. Maybe more. And each time, it's terrifying. It's not some gentle fade into light; it's a cruel, ripping pain that leaves me gasping, only to wake up somewhere new, as if the universe is punishing me for not staying in line. Every death feels like a price I'm paying for something I shouldn't have done-something I shouldn't feel. Asher Lively is that price. He's the wrong path I keep taking, the gravity I can't resist. Falling in love with him isn't just forbidden; it's a death sentence. I don't know why-why it's wrong to want him, why the universe keeps tearing us apart. But the pattern is clear: every time I try to hold on to him, I lose everything. It's not just the dying. It's the knowing. Knowing we can't end up together, no matter how much I want to. Knowing that loving him feels so right, but comes at the highest cost. Maybe we're only meant to exist in those fleeting moments, between lives, between deaths. Maybe that's all we'll ever be-almost."

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