I was standing atop the fountain, broken one of course and looked all around me. Fire is the most beautiful weapon of them all. It shines with all its glory; maybe that's why I'm so attracted to it? The warmth along with the welcoming feel it gives but as you slowly approach it snarls and bites. Everything you love could be gone in minutes, due to a single nip. That's why you're like fire. So warm, so beautiful, so welcoming. The human embodiment of fire.
But what I did not expect happened then. Selaphiel plunged towards me over the line of fire and looked in my eyes and said,” You are not this. It is over now. You can stop.”
“What if they come again?” I asked in a fearful voice. And I could feel that the flames were dying down little by little.
“If they do, we will fight them together
