Seraphina had always been drawn to fire, even before she attempted to master it. There was something intoxicating about its uncontrollable nature - wild, untamed, destructive yet beautiful.
She sought the best teachers - River in her dream visions and Kethan in the real world.
But training with them was… an entirely different kind of battle.
Every night, when she closed her eyes, she found herself in the dream realm. It was a place where time did not flow like the real world, where pleasure and power intertwined in ways she could barely handle.
And River was always there, waiting for her.
Tonight was no different.
She stood in the center of an endless desert, the air scorching, the sand blazing beneath her feet.
River leaned against a rock formation, his deep blue eyes glowing with amusement.
"You are still too afraid of the fire," he mused, arms crossed over his bare chest. "It's not just about controlling it. Fire is meant to be felt, to be lived."
