Fire as Lightning
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She was still.
Almost too still.
It was that she was resting, in a ring of fire no less.
The heat was so intense, hardly anything was able to even go near.
Even more so in a different reality, her reality where fire is everywhere and only she remained.
Her brown-amber eyes opened.
He was very much in the same situation.
Still, very still.
But in the same reality, just not on the fire covered ground.
He was high above the clouds, buzzing noises overwhelmed most that thought to adventure in his domain.
A sense of fury woke him up,
His bright, baby blue eyes opened.
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