Ashes That Remember
Seraphina’s POV
The dream returned with teeth.
It began in flame, always flame. The sky split open, not with thunder, but with screams. Ash fell like snow.
The world burned around me, and in the center of it all stood a man cloaked in shadow, holding my heart in his fist.
I woke with a start, breath catching, the sheets tangled around my legs like shackles. My skin was damp with sweat, the fire at my fingertips flickering in response to my racing pulse. The room was dark, save for the embers dancing above my open palm.
I closed my fist, forcing the fire back down.
It didn’t want to go.
I sat up, pressing my palm to my chest, as if I could still feel the ghost of the dream trying to claw its way free. I had no name for the figure in my nightmare, but his presenc
