Fire.

Fire is a destructive creature created to wreak havoc.

Because of it we lost everything.

We lost our home. Our memories. Some people we held dear.

Now this place that surrounds us looks familiar, but it's cold. It feels like a corrupted Paradise...but that's what Paradise is.
Corrupted.
And dark.

All Paradise brings us is tragedy, sorrow and grief.

It's like it was designed to seem perfect from the outside, beautiful and full of life and happiness, but in reality it's a mirror image.

There's no warmth. No happiness. No sense. No satisfaction in survival activities. The food has no taste. The air, scentless. The surroundings, bare and barren like a wasteland of your own reflection.

The ground is hard and cold. It's like frozen water upon a dark forgotten lake although it never melts. Or a mosaic. A pattern is on the ground, made from dully coloured cold glass. It goes on forever.

The sky is black.

Through the glass is also black.

Under the glass dwell monsters from the depths, souls that have been corrupted and consumed by greed, lust, power...and most of all, madness. Those were once people who were afraid. Afraid of death.

And because of that fear, the fear of gods followed. And when you dear the gods, you get sent there until you lose yourself to the shadows.

We call it Zatzmin but it's also Paradise. At least Zatzmin shows the truth.

This is how we all felt as we stood there, watching the fire in the black sky. We felt like we were in Paradise because everything that surrounded us wasn't real. It didn't feel real.

Lies.

She created a lie.

This isn't home.

Home has a warm smell. It smells of happiness and freedom from the outside world.

This isn't home.

There was a wail.

Someone was crying. Crying for their loss. Crying for their home that was gone. Poor girl. She knew this wasn't her home even if it looked so much like it. Our home was gone. Not even in the fire anymore.

Not only our home was gone.

Our world was gone.

There was hushing now. He was comforting her. Good.

Now there was a sweet voice. It was young like a sprouting flower. That's what it was. A flower soon to be blooming. It asked him why she was crying. He couldn't explain because he was crying too.

Sadness clung in the atmosphere like a sticky spider's web, capturing us all into its dense silks.

For the longest time all anyone could do was try to keep their sanity as they contemplated their current situation. It was bad. Too much grief.

Now there was a voice. It soothed me. Calmed me like always. But it was bittersweet. There was a crack in the beautiful deep tone. It remained strong though. It didn't want to break.

I liked that.

It was my pleasure in this cruel and unforgiving reality. It alone could keep anyone from death. Anyone but me.

It was time.

Questions rose into the air. I ignored them as always. That voice that I loved so much questioned me and I had to disagree. I couldn't stay.

My time was coming.

It dawned on me like a swooping eagle, ready to catch me in its sharp talons.

He came up to me, clutching his creation. It really was beautiful I had to admit. It deserved a second chance once its time comes. It gave me so much and this is how I return that gift.

He stepped back.

I stepped forward.

Fear was overwhelming. Not just from me, from everyone.

It had to be stopped. It's distracting.

His creation questioned me. I refused to answer it and instead brushed my fingertips down its hair. Black. Ashy black like its mother's.

Guilt sickened me to my stomach. Then sorrow. I let him down. I let everyone down especially it. It was too late now, its fate had come and I could not stop it, no matter what I am.

My fingers stopped at the centre of this beauty's forehead. Smooth skin. Healthy. Not pale like before. Good.

The atmosphere changed. It was filled with intrigue and sadness.

All energy from my body was leaning, all the life force and magic. All going to its new host.

There was pain. I didn't scream. My knees grew cold.

I held on. I held on for as long as possible. This had to work.

It worked.

Cold went down my cheek as something warm embraced me. His voice again. Soothing. Warm. He remembered my promise. He'll remember it until his time comes.

Atmosphere shifted.

There was happiness.

There was freedom.

An unknown embrace wrapped around me. It carried a pleasant scent. Relief.

The eagle had its claws in me.

Through blurry eyes I could tell they smiled. We all smiled. The sky wasn't dark. It was light. A new day was dawning.

And as the day grew lighter for them, mine grew darker.

The eagle carried me away.

There was peace at last.

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For all this that want to know what this means, all I can say you should study this carefully. If something doesn't make sense, that's because it refers to something.

If you can figure out what this means, I will add you as a character in my book. Not main character, but as someone who will be used a lot.

Have fun frens.