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Sound
The sound made the wind even colder
The blistering air never stopped it only ever intensified
The very rare times when the wind would stop, when the sound would be gone, the flower would start feeling warmer. It started to realise, the wind was not cold, it wasn't fast cold air, it was warm and cold, a mix. But the times when there was no wind at all the flower realised.
Realised that not just its petals but all of it turned to flames
The coldness intensified after that realisation.
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Next was vision, not sight
The flower could feel the stuff around it now, not just the other flowers, which had plummeted in number now maybe at thousands.
It could visualise the air
It. No. Not it. I could visualise it, I could feel it, What I did not know then but I know now, the aura. The aura in the air I could feel it.
It flowed in the air, in the wind, in everything. I hated it. It clashed against me. The stronger winds also had more aura that hurt me more.
I tried to stop it. Slowly over the years I was failing. Slowly going towards my death. Each wind was taking me closer and closer
I tried
Tried to resist the aura, the air
Again
Again
Again
Again
Again
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Until finally I resisted. I stopped it.
It was not how I had imagined to stop it
I stopped it in my own body
It resisted against my control
I tried swallowing it
It annoyed me
To my old surprise. Was it surprise? I remember it but I don't know if I even had a mind back then or was it instinct or just luck.
Luck is a skill though
Anyways from that day I learned it
Taste
The taste of aura was my favourite thing at the time
I swallowed
More
And
More
More
More
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Maybe that was when I first developed an emotion
Hunger
Hunger for more
The wind wasn't enough anymore
My entire body always burned now
Stronger than in the past when there was no wind
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Again after a long time I discovered something new
Sight
I could see all around me
I could see myself
My flames burned the ground me
Well would it could as the ground
I was on a island floating in the sky
That was why the wind was so strong and never ending
The island was only a mile long
With a waterfall
It took me a while to realise at that time
But that island was a flower, used to be one.
I discovered it later but I wasn't the first flower of my kind I was a seedling
A seedling that landed on a floating rock that was a different kind of flower. Not just me but the waterfall as well
It was strong
The water flowing out of it was never ending
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For the first time my roots grew and I discovered a new delicacy
The essence of other flowers
Well it was not a flower anymore but a the essence of a being who would turn into a low tier creature
I wasn't dying because of the winds
I was dying because of the rock
It was feeding on my essence
But it didn't know
Didn't know how to get the aura from the air
The rock resisted
Looking back maybe that was my greatest opponent
I fought it for an endless amount of time
Until finally when I was the winner
The floating rock stayed and the damned water but the essence of the rock was gone now.
The rock now moved according to my will
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My fire slowly spread
Covering the rock
Except the spot of the water
We clashed but I was never strong enough
Just like the wind let me grow
My fire let the water grow
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That bastard's voice was always so annoying
I could tell it thought it was better than me
I couldn't swallow his essence but I knew he would taste disgusting anyways
That is also when I first learned to speak
We didn't say words like how we would in the future
We communicated through aura
Slowly learnt what each movement of aura meant
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After even more time
I started to move the rock
It would have taken more time but that bastard had taken control of half the rock
Well at least it had helped me move at the time
My flames propelled my side up
His endless waterfall pushed his side up
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It was only after we reached the peak of a mountain
The tallest mountain in my ol.. in the world that I realised. I realised more rock existed below. More land.
After getting down the flames and water spread. I devoured countless. After devouring for a long time I learnt that I would absorb what they had learnt. I kept the useful skills and discarded the rest.
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After devouring more and more
I grew stronger
I started to change
I still don't understand fully why I changed the way I did was it because of me being so high. Was it because I burned brighter than any other of my flower species even in my circumstances. Was it because the first thing I absorbed was something that flew.
I don't know
But I changed
The flower disappeared
All the roots and petals, my entire body became pure flames.
I rose higher and higher
Until my shape started to form
My body become symmetrical in both sides
It became a shape perfect for flying
A Phoenix
A Red Phoenix
A Flame Phoenix
Just like me the bastard also because a Phoenix after me
Copied me
After changing I crashed. I fell straight down
It didn't hurt, my flames just dispersed
It took me a long time to learn to understand my new form
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After a long long time
When I had learnt even more, devoured more, I discovered it. The rift
It was an odd thing
It wasn't made out of essence it was pure aura
Just like the other things I met I knew it would teleport me but it felt wrong
It didn't feel like my being was supposed to see it or go through it
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