Flames encircled her body. They sent her to death. They sent her to burn in the flames like so many others before her. They cremated men, women, and children without losing a second of sleep over it. But no, they would not have the pleasure of hearing her screams as the flames got closer. They would not be blessed enough to see her face as her skin melted under the intense heat. They would never see her bones in all the ash and think nothing of it. She refused to die this way. She swore that she would get her revenge on those who sent her to this place. She wouldn't accept death, well… not yet anyway.
The flames spread all around her, the heat rising every second but she showed no fear. She wouldn't let the flames take her. Her clothes lit with a spark. They burned straight through the cotton, straight through the buttons, they hit her skin… but her skin did not burn. Her clothes were mixed in with ashes. She stood, without clothes, inside the furnace. The flames swirled onto her body but never burned her. All the fire seemed to be pulled in her direction. Every last flame was surrounding her body, engulfing her so you could only see an outline of her figure through the fire. Her hair swayed in an invisible wind that could not be felt. Then, her body began to glow as red and the most strongest of fires, shining like the sun. The flames died down. She took a step forward, heading toward the entrance of the furnace. Her eyes opened to show all the flames, all the anger, all the hatred she felt. Her body had consumed the flames and absorbed their strength, their power, instead of allowing the flames to consume her. She defied the gods, she refused to let these flames kill her, she vowed to make all those who's fault it was for her being here, lives a living hell. She could control fire, she had harnessed the element's power, and she will get revenge if she has anything to do about it… she had everything to do about.
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Screams filled the camp. Men fell to the ground left and right, nothing but smoldering flesh and bones. Their bodies lay their, covering the ground, dead. Their faces still showed their last expressions of fear and shock. Not a single man was spared from this death. A figure stood, walking through the fire of death that killed so many men, her skin left unaffected by the fire. Women with their children huddled together off to the side. Those were going to be the furnaces next victims. To these men, all females and young were to weak to be allowed to live. They exterminated any female no matter how strong she ways, in their mind, the female race was weak. She collected all her fire back into her body and kept walking, stepping over corpse after corpse. She starred over at the women and children, telling them with only her eyes that she was not here to harm them. They quickly gathered their things and left in what seemed like a minute. The camp was dead, not a sound was heard from it, so empty. She walked over toward a tent and put on some clothes that were in a pile on the floor.
She turned around one last time to look at what her newfound power had done. She had burned the camp to the ground, turning and the dead bodies to ashes. A small laugh left her lips. It was ironic how they were burned to death exactly the same way they had burned thousands of other people who were innocent and did not deserve such a death, but those men definitely deserved to die.
She walked toward the forest the surrounded the camp. This was only the beginning of her furry. They came, took her away from her home, massacred her family, destroyed her life, and she had done nothing to them. This was only the first camp to burn at her hands, it would not be the last. They took everything close to her and destroyed it. This was war.
