đč "Flames of the Forgotten"đč
In the shadows where truth is born,
Lies whisper through lips long torn.
Fire remembers what time denies,
And old blood answers when silence cries.
The queen returns, her wrath untamed,
A world once broken shall be reclaimed.
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The air around the old hut was thick â choked with ancient magic and the damp breath of forgotten things. A faint light pulsed from within, flickering like a dying star in the endless mist of the forest. Alicia stepped forward, her cloak dragging over the wet earth, the hem singed slightly by the sparks of the flame that hovered in her palm.
She snapped her fingers, and instantly, a flame blossomed â not ordinary fire, but living light, golden and fierce, swirling around her fingers like a restless spirit.
"Do you think outside there is safer than in here?" she asked, her voice sharp and cold enough to cut glass.
