It starts with the fire, with the burn at my center. My divinity being torn away.
Maybe I’ve spent too much time around humans, and their imagery has seeped into my subconscious. Flames of damnation are not a real thing. And yet I’m always overtaken by fire, by a burn that starts inside me and spreads until it eats me whole. Though it happened eons ago, the fall will never stop haunting me.
But this time, when I wake up, the burn doesn’t stop. It gets worse. My screams drown out Saxon’s words, and I can’t think. I can’t breathe.
I haven’t written from Elle’s POV in a while. Another drop in the Withered Legacy bucket! Be sure to check out the rest of the submissions at the prompts.
As always, think happy thoughts!