He was Immolay, spirit of fire. Rough, tough, and feared in battle.
Few that faced him in war would do so again. But when I chanced upon him that frigid night, I found him sitting as a fire warming my fellow homeless: Our flickering light. Our guardian in the darkness.
Text is Copyright © 2017 by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.
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Very nice, Jason. The two sides of fire.
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Thank you, Diana. :-) I think that fire’s destructive side get a little too much highlighting in our line of work some days.
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