Flames of Worthlessness
The embers crackled at Solana’s feet, their glow casting wild shadows across the ancient forest of Yggdrasil. Sweat clung to her skin as she clenched her fists, eyes locked onto the flames spiraling around her arms. The power felt natural—too natural. It begged to be unleashed, to consume, to destroy.
A deep breath. Control. She had to control it.
Her father’s blood ran through her veins, a legacy of fire and devastation. The Flames of Worthlessness did not burn with purpose; they burned with self-doubt, feeding on the cracks within her soul. The more she questioned herself, the stronger they became. And if she let them take over…
Solana exhaled sharply, forcing herself to stand tall. She could still hear the voice of her mother, echoing in her mind: “Fire is not your enemy. But if you fear it, it will devour you.”
She focused, drawing in the energy of the land, the sacred breath of Yggdrasil itself. The inferno around her flickered, hesitating. She reached inward, past the uncertainty, past the anger, and found something else—worth.
The flames wavered, their golden hues shifting into a controlled glow. She wasn’t nothing. She was Solana. Not just the daughter of a cursed lineage, not just a vessel for destruction.
Tonight, she took the first step toward mastering the fire.