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There's a fire inside me. The flames are burning higher and higher, reaching up to eat me from inside out. I have nothing with which to quench the hungry blaze.
Every thought simply feeds it. I'm blinded by rage, grief, pain. The fire itself. Even my Gift is being overshadowed.
I see it over and over again in my mind's eye: bandits circling us, animals swarming. I attack with all I have. Out of the corner of my eye I see her fall, smoky curls flying. I give a howl of rage. Adrenaline rushes through me and I send pulses of magic out at the tightening circle, incinerating two bandits. The rest are thrown back. I take her up in my arms and run.
Someone tells me she is gone.
The flames are ebbing now. I can think more clearly. I still cannot believe it is true. She's gone.
I am Numair Salmalín.
I will have my revenge.
A/N: Poor Daine. Actually, poor Numair. Hope you liked it. Now, tell me what you thought. Review!