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  The breeze around the shadowy gallows silenced, and the flickering of the scented candles stilled. Even the lacy curtains draped along the crystalline windows seemed to have gotten the gist of the mood and dwindled into a quiet slumber.

  It seemed like only the fire weaver remained out of order in the pristine bedchamber of the princess of the kingdom Amoria.

  His eyes landed on the furry carpet made out of a brown bear's coat, internally recoiling from the cruelty done to the animal. The expensive embroidered vases watched his every movement with growing tension, and the fashionable items and dresses displayed straightforwardly indicated the vanity of the said princess. He looked everywhere except for the female in front of him, her robe laced with the finest golden threads as she beckoned him to come closer.

  The weaver felt nothing at that point, probably because he didn't even know the lady. The only thing running amok in his mind was his beloved companion, who was still slumbering solemnly inside his rucksack. He prayed dearly that no one checked his bag and found out about her, or he'd be writhing on the ground, sobbing helplessly.

  The fire weaver felt the heat from his chest rise uncontrollably until it reached his cheeks as he strode forward, unbuttoning his clothes in a slow pace. Embarrassing. His clumsy hands stumbled over the buttons as they shook with anxiousness, until he heard the tempting laughter of the princess that almost sent his mind in complete jeopardy.

   How could he resist? She sounded like the holy bells of the angels descending into the earth.

  Her chuckles sent violent shivers running down his spine, and as she strutted towards him to help rid his body of the dirty tunics, the man caught a whiff of her lavender scent and smiled unconsciously.

  The soft cotton bed creaked as the princess landed on it, reverberating throughout the entire room and filling his ears with malice. She pulled off the silver pins adorned with diamonds away from her wavy hair that looked like spun gold, right before placing them on the mahogany desk beside her bed.

  Her surprisingly cold and pale skin met up with his, and the man's bare chest became filled with the sudden burning sensation of lust. It must've been pretty obvious, since he could already sense hers flitting around him.

  The weaver of flame's scarred features relaxed, along with the fire atop the candles that began to dim under his silent command, dancing coldly, slowing in tempo as their blazing hands gently caressed the candle's scented wicks.

  The young boy — who was observing everything from the balcony with a hidden crouched form — immediately felt the sour pang of bile rising from the bottommost pits of his stomach... and retched. 

"What am I even doing..." he muttered placidly.

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Ember Chasers
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🔥Follow the path of the embers.

  🔥A fantasy story about gold, fire, foxes... and more gold.

  This story is an original work of mine, and no one is allowed to copy this work without my permission. I've wasted blood, sweat and tears, (BTS, anyone? 😏) for this... so of course I wouldn't be too happy if one were to plagiarize this.

  NO TO PLAGIARISM! (Boo!)

  Ember Chasers is only a tale of fiction. Names, places, and other things I used here cannot and will not apply to the real world, living or dead, and any resemblance to actual people of place will be labeled as mere coincidences.

*Inspired by a few anime series I loved ever since I was a child:
–Fairy Tail
–Cerberus: Fate of Dark Dragon
–Re: Zero

  Thank you so much for taking the time to read this tale, out of all the other marvelous books here in Wattpad. I haven't edited anything yet, (I'll give each chapters time to take a breather first) so you may find some grammatical errors or some typos. I will really appreciate constructive criticism, since it always helps one improve.

  Have fun reading!