He went towards the inferno again, ignoring the cries of those around him, just slipping out of their inhibiting hands. They wished to stop what had no form; they would have more luck trying to catching the smoke than him. Just as he was about to enter the brink of the fire, he did glance back, a grin on his face. His electric blue eyes caught the golden light, the two forces fighting for a bit before the liquid color won out. Though the fire grew in size, none of it seemed to touch him, the flames haloing about around his slender form.
"I’ll be fine, Nolan! You go after the scary lady and save your sister! Love and Toodles!" Muir merrily called out, waving enthusiastically before turning back to the flames. Only then did he let the concern and worry he felt inside touch his perfect face, an expression that marred its beauty. Or, so he thought, which is why he never wanted to look sad or scared in front of others. And scared he was. He could feel the heat from the inferno, which was a bad sign already since this was only the fringe. But, there were people still trapped inside. He had to save them; it was his duty as a son of this kingdom, his duty as someone who belonged. Taking one last deep breath of good air, he ran into the fire, one arm shielding his face. He was no longer smiling.
As soon as the flames engulfed him, the breath was nearly lost, causing him to sputter a moment and panic. Whatif this strange magic was too strong for him? What if could not bend it to his will. His mind swam with such thoughts, until he realized it was them that choked him so. Slowly, he intook a breath, feeling dry and crusty air rasp into lungs. It was was no where near satisfying, but it would keep him alive. The moment passed, and he took off running once more, questing his senses to find one speck of mortal reality in this scene of massacre.
He had made it through the flame wall once already, taking the shortest route as he felt his strength drained from the opposing force of evil. He almost could not breath again after he saw what was left behind. There was nothing but ash left behind, everything was gone. It seemed the flame burned until there was nothing left behind, an all consuming force the devoured all until there was nothing left. He knew he would cry, but the heat had dried up any tears he could shed. Instead, he sobbed dryly, and felt sick. Sick at the thought that this was the fate of his one and only home, and it was now gone. There would be no hope at any of it surviving.. for anyone--
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"I’ll be fine, Nolan! You go after the scary lady and save your sister! Love and Toodles!" Muir merrily called out, waving enthusiastically before turning back to the flames. Only then did he let the concern and worry he felt inside touch his perfect face, an expression that marred its beauty. Or, so he thought, which is why he never wanted to look sad or scared in front of others. And scared he was. He could feel the heat from the inferno, which was a bad sign already since this was only the fringe. But, there were people still trapped inside. He had to save them; it was his duty as a son of this kingdom, his duty as someone who belonged. Taking one last deep breath of good air, he ran into the fire, one arm shielding his face. He was no longer smiling.
As soon as the flames engulfed him, the breath was nearly lost, causing him to sputter a moment and panic. Whatif this strange magic was too strong for him? What if could not bend it to his will. His mind swam with such thoughts, until he realized it was them that choked him so. Slowly, he intook a breath, feeling dry and crusty air rasp into lungs. It was was no where near satisfying, but it would keep him alive. The moment passed, and he took off running once more, questing his senses to find one speck of mortal reality in this scene of massacre.
He had made it through the flame wall once already, taking the shortest route as he felt his strength drained from the opposing force of evil. He almost could not breath again after he saw what was left behind. There was nothing but ash left behind, everything was gone. It seemed the flame burned until there was nothing left behind, an all consuming force the devoured all until there was nothing left. He knew he would cry, but the heat had dried up any tears he could shed. Instead, he sobbed dryly, and felt sick. Sick at the thought that this was the fate of his one and only home, and it was now gone. There would be no hope at any of it surviving.. for anyone--
No
