"Fire does not always burn... sometimes, it gives birth to a legend. "
Born of Flame
She did not remember warmth, nor form, nor time.
She remembered only light.
A gentle light once cradled her — the warmth of a father's hand, the quiet hum of a heartbeat she had never seen.
Then came the fire.
The Sacred Furnace did not welcome her. It devoured.It burned memories, weapons, souls — anything unworthy of eternity.
But she did not burn.
A crimson spell — wild, forbidden, hungry — coiled around her fragile essence.It merged with her.Bound to her.Became her.
The Flame of Annihilation reached for her next — a fire meant to erase all existence.
And she absorbed it.
Not in defiance.
Simply because she did not know how to die.
Time passed.
A year.A century.Five hundred years.
Inside the furnace, relics turned to ash.Ancient blades let out their final cries.Seals cracked and dissolved.
And she copied them all.
Not understanding.Not choosing.Just… growing.
Until one day—
The furnace door opened.
And she fell into the world.
A girl of ash-white hair, ember-red eyes…
And a heart that had never once felt its own beating.
She did not know her name.
Nor her fate.
Nor that every spark within her could set the heavens aflame.