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The God's Last Hope

What would it be like to be powerless in a world of powers? Be weak but meant to be powerful? (WARNING: COVER PICTURES ARE NOT MINE, I JUST FOUND THEM ON THE INTERNET)

CatsCanWrite · Fantaisie
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37 Chs

SET ABLAZE

That day it was particularly hot. It wasn't humid like it usually was. She spotted a little spark rise up from the forest. It caught on a leaf. That was bad news. She watched as the leaf was set aflame. Then, the branch caught on fire. Soon, the whole tree was burning up. And before she could blink, it had spread to multiple trees.

"The forest, it's set ablaze!" Flosi yelled, panic filling her voice and body.

Her movements were rapid. She slung a bow and arrows on her back, and stuffed her prized sword in its hilt which was strapped to her belt. She hopped out the window, grateful that she had worn only an olive T-shirt, along with tan leggings, not a dress, like she usually did. The flames rose up high, scorching the very bottom of her wings. In her eyes, the color of the sky, the flames were reflected. Flames surrounded her. Animals fled from the forest. She dove into the blaze to rescue the few animals she could. Somewhere in the chaos, her hair had tangled around a branch. She fought to be freed. At last, after a while of tugging, she escaped from her hair tangle, by lopping off her hair, making it short once more. Terror overcame her body. Flames circled around her, dancing closer and closer. She scrambled up burnt crisps of trees, which were half disintegrated. She leapt so high into the air, she was able to use her wings to launch her upwards. There she hovered, staring down at the forest. Soon the water gods and goddesses came to help. They drenched the forest in so much water that steam came up immediately, and it was suddenly flooded.