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II. Burning
He burned and he burned brilliantly.
The emerald green flames licked and caressed the pale skin of their master. Eyes closed, he was completely relaxed, as if he was asleep.
I could only stare in fascination.
Thunder clapped loudly in the distance and the darkened clouds swirled ominously; ever so slowly rain began to fall to the ground. As soon as the rain began to fall his eyes slowly drifted open and I was taken away at the utter surrender and complete consumption in his emerald orbs.
His expression was blank not one emotion flickered across his usually so very easy-to-read face. As he walked closer I could see his emerald fire devouring everything in his path.
I could vaguely hear the screams of people trying to flee from the ravenously striking fire but I stayed rooted to the spot. It was almost like the flickering of the flames held me mesmerized. I could feel the soft falling of the rain against my skin as it soaked my thin shirt, heard the threatening cackles of thunder and was distantly aware of the lightening that flashed across the gloomy night sky.
Closer and closer he walked, until he was no more than 2 feet away.
Cocking his head to the side he scrutinized me intently; like he was searching for something. Moments later he straitened, a look of satisfaction in his eyes. Suddenly he held his hand out to me; I looked at him my eyes catching his gaze.
Never looking away I reached for it and we vanished in a fiery emerald inferno...burning