"These are my flames for you are me. Your heart is mine. My body is your home. I am the temple of flames, the unquenched hunger belonging to none other than I, you, us. The Guardian of flames." Our voices almost as if meshed together, I couldn't tell us apart.
Then I awoke surrounded in green flames that Mater Flamme used to heal me. Replacing my damaged soul with parts of hers.
My damaged soul…
I can't remember anything during the fight but I know I was still fighting after being knocked unconscious. It wasn't me, nor Mater Flamme… well it was me, my soul. And the damage my body took during that fight, was also directed to my soul.
I can't let this opportunity slip. I've been saved countless times, I need to be stronger, I need to increase the spells in my grimoire.
So I stand, I'm in the barrier made by the mages who seemed to have been protecting my body since I've been unconscious.
