Conversation with Kinvara, Part 1

Volantis, 271 AC

The same day as the fire

[Yaprak Pariltan]

After the fire incident, I went to the red temple with this red priestess. The temple is indeed gigantic. If I remember correctly, it was mentioned that this temple was three times bigger than the one Cercie had blown up.

I couldn't help but ask the woman who was looking at me as if I were a god.

She is an attractive woman with a captivating presence. She has long, flowing red hair that cascades down her shoulders and back. Her hair is styled in loose waves, adding to her mystical aura. She possesses a slender and graceful figure, which she accentuates with flowing and vibrant garments.

"So, who are you?"

"My Prince, My name is Kinvara, High Priestess of the Red Temple of Volantis, the Flame of Truth, the Light of Wisdom, and First Servant of the Lord of Light."

"And what do you want from me, Kinvara?"

Even though I know what she wants from me or what she sees in me, I shouldn't be the one to state this. Because if I put it forward, I will have to convince everyone, and I will have to prove my claim.

However, if she states this, she is the one who will work hard to convince both me and the other priests and priestess.

"A long time ago, the world was enveloped in darkness. The dead do not stand in their graves, the children did not know what the sun was. Then, Red God commissioned an excellent warrior to fight against the darkness. He fought against the darkness with his flaming sword and was victorious."

"He went by many names. Warrior of Light, Son of Fire, Warrior of Fire, Hyrkoon the Hero, Yin Tar, Neferion, Eldric Shadowchaser, the Prince that was promised, and "Azor Ahai", the most well known."

"My Prince, you have the flaming sword too. With this flaming sword, you risked your life to save people you don't know, who nobody cares about.

And if I'm not mistaken, you are also the legendary healer who has been wandering the streets lately helping and healing the poor, the slaves, the afflicted."

"Thinking of the prophecy that Azor Ahai would come back and fight again against the darkness; I believe you are Azor Ahai, reborn, who will fight darkness and bring mankind back to light."

"So since I can use magic, you think I'm the one to save the world from darkness? Then, as far as I know, the sorcerers of Qohor, the shadow-binders of Asshai, also use magic."

"Aren't you saying that because you came across me? If you met one of them before me, wouldn't you say the same to them?"

When she heard what I said, she hesitated a little. After some thought, she replied.

"Prince, it is true that there are people in both cities who use magic. And in the Red Temple, we have mages from both cities. However, the difference between their magic and your magic is incomparable."

"In what way is it different?"

It's normal for me to be different. After all, my magic comes directly from the source of the magic, the Kutsal Stone. However, it would be good to know how powerful other magic users living in this world are.

"Certain conditions and rituals are required for them to use magic. However, as far as I can see today, you can use it unconditionally."

"My Prince, if I'm not considered rude, can you use your magic once?"

'Just like I wanted, showtime.'

I started to manipulate the fires directly in the room. First, I gathered all the fire from the torches in the four corners of the room behind my back. There was no other illuminator left in the room except this big chunk of fire.

Then, I began to shape this mass of fire into certain shapes. From clouds to a perfect sphere. This sphere hit the ground like a meteor. However, instead of igniting the room, the fire broke into dozens of smaller pieces. Winged beings from each piece began to flap their wings into the air and fly, dancing toward the ceiling of the room. Dragons.

Finally, after flying for a while in the air and dancing together, they all started diving toward Kinvara at the same time. They shot fire out of their mouths when they were about a meter away from hitting her.

Kinvara's face began to fill with fear and panic. However, just as the fire was about to touch her, she closed her eyes and started shouting as a reflex because of the pain that would come.

But her shout was interrupted because the pain she had expected never came. When she opens her eyes, all she sees was me sitting in front of her and the four torches that continue to burn in the four corners of the room.