Absolute stillness. Long, pitch, black hair flowing in the wind, she sat atop a cliff in one of the many mountainous ranges of her Crimson Kingdom. Mars had fasted for days, and now was when her body had begun to feel clear and purified of the strains of the kingdom.
True, she possessed an innate talent for taming fire, though she could not produce much beyond a warm glow.
She knew she had more power within her. By cleansing herself of everything that wore her down, she would leave nothing but the raw fire in her body, and then it would have no choice but to reveal itself.
She leaned back and looked up at the sky, her palms on the ground supporting the rest of her body. It was not so hot on the Moon, she thought, as the sun's glare briefly blinded her. Then again, the cooler weather was unsettling to her. The fire of a thousand suns held more comfort for her than a cool evening during the summer solstice.
The day must have been hotter than she thought. Her palms were scorching on the hot rock
she laid them upon. Removing them from the rock, she realized the heat was from her own hands.She stood up, her eyes still focused on the palms of her hands. She felt them throbbing, as if something in them demanded freedom.
Thrusting her hands foward, she let out a yelp as a plume of fire burst forth from her palms, the flames hungrily licking the air for the oxygen it so desperately needed. This was part of her challenge she thought. Fire could not survive without oxygen. Her planet was devoid of it; she had to learn to will it out despite this complication.
She had tapped into some of her power. Impressive as this feat had been, she knew there was more. She had barely seen what she was fully capable of.
