Shards and Agony

When you think of fire you usually think of, well, fire. The red hot plasma from a campfire, on torches, or what happens when a forest comes into contact with it. Hell, maybe even the literal burning ball of gas we hate yet need so much in the sky. So what other "fire" could there possibly be?
Well, what about the flames of ambition. The kindle of love and comfort. The blaze that is rage, and more.
What do they all have in common?
They need fuel, and an ignition. Something to start the fire and something to feed it.
Both could be anything. It could be an ember on wood, an inspiration on spirit, the list goes on.
Another thing that they all have in common is that they will consume the fuel until there is nothing left to feed on. Wether it be fragments, shards of what once was, down to the soul. It all turns to ash to be fuel for the next generation.
But that doesn't mean everything is consumed right away. The embers take their time. To enjoy themselves a little longer lest they snuff themselves out from rush.
Although, sometimes they can be impatient and leave somethings intact or untouched.

Well, it just so happens that the flames were a bit overzealous with a feast and left a survivor. Said survivor has retired and is heading towards a quiet place called Beach City to leave behind the ashes of his past. At least it would be quiet if it weren't for a boy and three sentient rocks being trouble magnets!!

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