Seraphina's POV
"I'm not ready for this," I said in a low voice.
"You will never be ready, that is just the point." Myra replied, her voice was very soft, but she was not backing down.
We stood before the cave, or what looked like a cave.
From the outside, it was nothing more than an open space in the black rock of the canyon surrounded by burnt earth and the faint glowing of ashes, though no fire was visible.
But the heat was like a heartbeat, the wind sounded through the entrance like it remembered every scream that had passed through.
"The Flames of Memory," I murmured.
"They burn away what is not real, what doesn't belong to your soul." Myra nodded.
"And what if something in me dies in there?" My throat pressed together.
"Then let it." She met my eyes with something fierce and ancient.
