The Game Of The Heirs

"This situation was too different from what I was used to. I went to sit myself on one of the couches, not far from Aradia and looked at her again. The light of the candles shone on her wavy silver hair, giving it a little golden touch. The flames of the phoenix were reflected in her hazel-brown eyes. Those reflections made her look like a warrior, as if she had her soul burning with this sort of passion, fighting for her only purpose in life. She was giving off this aura since the beginning, but I could only notice now how much I enjoyed looking at this aura. I could almost talk about admiration. Those burning eyes, I felt like they could lit up the room on fire at any second. I couldn't say if I liked her or despised her, at that moment. This unknown power I was receiving from her was so overwhelming and I couldn't help but to feel damaged and blessed at the same time. This repellent feeling was crushing inside me, anchoring itself, blocking me to pay attention to anything else. Her lips pronounced something for some seconds but the only thing I could hear was a beautiful silence. Her flamy eyes then directed themselves to me and I felt like I was going to burn to death. Her face was unreadable at that moment, she just stared at me. Maybe it gave her a serious look? Or was it a determined one? I didn't know anymore. Suddenly, the phoenix flew away and it was as if I just came back to reality. I felt... disgusting."