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The flame was wild. Orange everywhere, engulfing everything in its wake. I stared as the fire grew larger, more dangerous. The building collapsed, turning to ash. At the epicenter of this small tragedy was a small white flame, and a girl. I stood perfectly still as I stared. The heat swirled around me. I called out, hoping for a response. The only sound returning was the wail of the fire, and the wood cracked as it fell to the ground. My voice sounded hoarse as I called out again. I advanced into the fire. A soft noise caused me to stop. The only thing louder than the howling flames was her sadness. I moved forward and extended my hand. The fire around her roared. It was then that she realized I was like her. I knelt in front of her and smiled. The fear on her face made the anger rise in me. I had finally found her, and I realized she was no longer strong. "Eaden," I said softly. Her eyes told me everything I needed to know. "My name," I said, "Is Lucia." She began to sob, and I took her into my arms and forced her to her feet. "You are coming with me," I told her. She only nodded, and I led her away from the fire. As we left what remained of her home, I cursed the man that was supposed to protect her. Even I didn't know what I would do to him if I ever laid eyes on him again.
Boone's Memory: The Arrival
