The training chamber was quiet now, the last sparks fading into the wards. Lira's chest still rose and fell quickly, her hand trembling faintly as if the flame still lingered beneath her skin.
Lady Thalyris rose to her full height, her presence both regal and imposing. She walked in slow circles around Lira, her long gown brushing against the carved stone floor. When she finally spoke, her voice was low but carried weight, like the strike of a bell.
"You must listen carefully, Lira." Her amber eyes fixed on the girl, sharp enough to make Lira's breath catch. "The gift you carry is rare and dangerous. History has not been kind to those who wield more than one element. Too often, their flames consumed them, and their power made them targets of envy, fear, or worse."
Lira swallowed hard, looking down at her hands. "So… I should stop using it?"
