The Returning Her - IV
"Save another... Save one more! Ravenna! Catch her!"
Seraphina, her body nearly engulfed in blood flames, without an inch of unscathed flesh, roared with all her might. She hurled the small, trembling form in her arms skyward. Fine, iron-gray particles swiftly enveloped the child, who appeared no older than six or seven, gently depositing her onto the massive airborne vessel hovering above.
"Seraphina, are you alright? You should rest. There are... no survivors left here."
Seraphina, devoid of any unblemished skin, stood silently amidst the inferno, gazing out at the crimson purgatory. At last, she nodded to Ravenna and sprinted towards the periphery of the sea of flames.
An hour later, by the forest lake, Seraphina donned the garment Ravenna offered. She ran her fingers through her snow-white hair, now cropped short, and muttered, "I wonder if my hair looks awful now."