Embervesent looked into the sky, gripping Dawn and Dusk tight as she was reminded of that fateful day.
A day that had given her a spark.
A spark that she now held firmly in her two hands.
A shadow of greatness.
A raging wildfire.
A comforting shadow she could share that passion with.
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She couldn't remember when the day was exactly, but Embervesent knew it started much the same as many other days when she was young.
She would wake up alone.
Brush her teeth alone.
Eat breakfast alone.
Train in her courtyard alone.
Watch the night sky alone.
Sleep alone.
She knew that her grandfather was busy, but he would show up sometimes which made her incredibly happy. But those moments were few and far between. Ember knew she was being protected, that no one would dare target the granddaughter of Tribe Leader Flint.
