Description
A lake. Gentle. Simple. Just waiting for the bloodsheet to start over its precious substance, even more precious than its water. Every drop of it would be worth millions on Earth. Here, it's just within our reach to take and weaponize against each other. Fyraia lakes never ignite on their own. It would always be a human or an intirna who starts the fires. Why would intirna start the fire? Why would they attempt to burn the bodies of one of their own? Would they ever be able to forgive themselves, even if they used the power of their race to erase the danger from the surface of Achraja? No. The fires were always started by humans. The ones wasting the precious resource that gave birth to their bodies, even when these were mere copies of their former selves.

Liora Lev watched the burning lakes around the Independent City on the horizon, trying to imagine herself somewhere else. Somewhere where she would be safe and free from the burden of her choices. She wished that she were at the secret lake she saw once at the artwork. The memory of her earthly eyes flashed in front of her. Lake Biwa. The secret lake. Memories clashed. She was drifting through the blue, clean water. Her daughter was by her side, holding her husband's hand. The sight of the loved ones that her Achrajan eyes have not seen and will never see. And the sight of Orla, whom she had never seen on Earth. The loyal soldier who refused to drop her weapon and protected her against the bloodthirsty rebels as long as it took for the commander to finally enforce the amnesty for all.

At the next moment, the lake was on fire. Orla was gone. Liora was alone in the water, but she was not drowning. Fyraia was too dense to let you submerge.The flames felt cold around her. She was alone, and yet, she could hear the voice. The assuring one. It introduced itself as Allia, an Intirna. Then came the whirlwind of voices and names that she could not recognize. And between them, the plan. A faint path that ensured that both worlds could live in peace, even if there was a price to pay for both.

Liora felt as if someone held her hand in a gentle but strong grip. Then came the warm embrace that she could sense but could not feel the touch of. And for that one moment, she felt that everything was going to be fine.

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