5
Fire engulfed me. I held my arm out, because as weird as this was, I was fascinated by how the skin charred and bubbled, leaving only a Nava-shaped flame of vengeance. There was a freedom in burning.
It’s my legacy.
The words were accompanied by a deep sorrow and a tickle of fear that I’d miss something important if I let myself be consumed. But now that the fire had been brought to life, I didn’t know how to stop it. The world grew darker and darker, acrid smoke streaking the sky.
Parts of me dropped away in ashy heaps that swirled around my ankles like a river. I burned bright and brilliant, old as the stars.
I woke from my dream with a start and a headache, tangled in the covers, certain I tasted ash on my lips.
Drio loomed over me.
I shrieked and yanked my pillow in front of m
