Memories Before Dawn

Without turning, Neferet's uncle told her after clearing his throat, "This flame manifests itself in the distance, being that its base property is an emanation. This flame manifests itself in long-distance catalysts, and its recoil is a great drop in body temperature, loss of color in the skin and lips."

Neferet's uncle took a piece of yellow chalk and started drawing a yellow flame around it. After that, he encircled the flame.

He turned his back and stared at the empty chair in which the young Neferet had been supposed to be sitting.

Speaking seriously, he said, "Now, my dear."

The man crouched down slowly as he said, "This is the yellow flame, the most flexible of all. The flame of sorcery and the closest to the original. It is in this flame that spells and techniques are created that are then adapted to the other two flames, this flame has infinite possibilities in the right hands, and our family has a history. To do wonders with it, the only thing this flame is inferior to the other two is that our recoil can kill us, severe headaches that can reach the point of completely shutting down our body from mental overload."

Neferet glided through the scene, paralyzed and feeling pressure on her chest. She said, "But this is not what I need to know."

Neferet, in her form as a sandy creature, maneuvered around the figure of her uncle while saying, "I need my knowledge about the mixtures of the flames."

This time, the setting was different than before. On the couch next to where the girl was supposed to be sitting, Neferet's uncle was instead seated there reading a book while he did so.

While pointing to a circle that contains the three primary colors of the flames in the center and three additional colors on each side of the circle. Colors used are green, orange, and purple.

Sliding his finger on the book, Neferet's uncle said, "These are the hybrid flames, dear."

Her fingers slid through the circle once more, and then she said, "A user of a pure flame, as is your case, which is yellow, can develop blue or red spells. But the color of your flame will never change but will intermingle, creating a green or orange flame."

Tousling the girl's hair gently, the man said, "There are people who are born with hybrid flames."

He was looking at the space where the girl should be, and the man said, "You don't have to cry. You will have more space for yourself in the palace, and Nazir will be with you. It's for the best, my dear. This house and this town will fall short of your greatness very soon."

Quickly, Neferet gave a shout saying, "Enough!!"

Her voice came out quickly while she said, calming the tone of his voice, "It wasn't a mixture, you saw it. The three flames were coexisting, and the tip of the spear glowed white."

The action then returned to Neferet's uncle, who was seated in a chair and observing the figure in the sand.

While playing with his fingers, the guardian said, "Well, dear, I don't know anything that you don't know or have memorized. The only one who could tell you something about it is the guy out there."

Neferet moved across the floor, drawing a figure eight as she said, "Sure, but I can't ask him. He said it was a secret, and there is also the fact that…."

Falling silent, Neferet stopped her movement as her uncle's voice told her, "The fact that that young man was convicted of murder." There was a long silence while the guard said, getting up and walking to a door, "Your body is already in a position to wake up, and his flame is stable. You have slept for about six hours."

Slipping towards the door, Neferet returned to her usual manner, saying, "Before I go, you can try to remind me of any offensive magic lessons you can find. I think I'll need ways to hurt people..."

Neferet looked at the floor as her guardian responded with a slight bow, "As you wish, miss when you wake up fully, you will remember some of the lessons your father gave you about offensive mummification."

When you emerged from that room, you could smell incense mixed with the scent of the river breeze. It was as if she had never been there; all that was left in her nose was the odor of burnt wood, combined with perspiration and a hint of blood.

As she slowly opened her eyes, she noticed that the fire from the campfire was lighting up Brian's lower back. Brian's tanned skin still had a slight sheen from the sweat that he had been sweating.

Having hair that is still wet and a dark brown color. She Neferet looked at Brian's ripped arms, which showed off his muscular definition.

As Brian dressed himself in what was left of his white shirt and a blue vest, he scratched his nose slowly while looking at the road. He then put on what he had left of his white shirt.

Neferet stood there and observed him in silence as her mind flashed on a number of memories that she preferred to forget.