Hanaele: The lady of flames

The culture in Masseuch Empire is wiry. Parents with children who reached the age of thirteen must sacrifice their child to a warrior's camp as an offering to maintain, protecting the wealth and pride of the Masseuch family. Embodied by the government's directives, these young ordinary citizens have no freedom towards self-discovery. It was a chain to their neck. Because of this practice, rebels, including the third-generation warriors, urged against Masseuch. They destroyed the prosperity of the royal family, and those innocents had no room to escape. Who would have expected that the empire's vision to produce more competitive warriors has turned the tables against them? However, the war does not end the rise of the Masseuch family. Hanaele, their heiress, was the only Masseuch that survived the battle. When escaping from the rebels, the empress accidentally mishandled Hanaele, which made her fall below the peak underneath the flowing lava. The hot breeze clothed around her. Her mouth could barely scream, and noises from those running horses and sharp swang of swords occupied the dawn of midnight. These warriors left no mercy. They killed infants and even pregnant women. Hanaele was half-conscious when her body touched the pain brought by the lava waters. The splattering noise of the current splashed unto her face. As her body washed towards the deeper part of the reservoir, her blurry sight captured her parents and siblings killed by the rebels. Arrow warriors positioned themselves above the mountains, wishing Hanaele to get hit. These arrows were also in a fire as they kept approaching the hot surfaces. Hanaele's hair almost covered her face. She cannot control her body when trying to swim away. Her back felt broken, and her breathing was racing to catch some air before she completely drowned herself in the blazing lava. While Hanaele's sight slowly became dark, one tip of the arrows came across her face. It made a single straight scar on her right cheek. The effect of burning wood was still evident that it produced a spark of grey ashes floating beside her face. The moment was a motion at a slow pace as Hanaele's eyelids slowly closed. She felt her body burning, and she knew that at this moment, it was indeed impossible to survive. Suddenly, all the wounds she has, especially the one on her cheek, were glowing in red-orange brilliance. It was similar to a flame coming from the hot lava. Her hair became alive as it floated while sparkling tiny whites sprinkled around her. The long, foot-level peach dress that she was wearing was also glowing according to its color. Despite being unconscious, her body arched, making her looked like standing in the middle of the underground hot water with a lava flow floating above. Long stripes of red waves were spiraling around her, moving above from her foot. Those burns she had, which were crawling on her skin, slowly disappeared as they came to their original texture. And in a sudden blink, her eyes snapped open. Her iris turned into waving red-orange in the middle of a dark black pupil. The soft facade she had became firm, with her pinkish glowing lips and attractive natural eyebrows. Her hair tied itself from having two top buns to becoming untied with a simultaneous sparkle of red, magenta highlights. Even though Hanael unexpectedly became alive again, she has no idea about what was happening to her. The surprising transformation she had from falling with the hot lava and spring waters underneath brought no change in the rebels' perspective of her being dead. They believe that they succeed in killing all the blood related to the Masseuch family. These rebels celebrated their victory against the empire. They took over the place for such a long-span period, and there was no trace of Hanaele's existence.