Ever seen a scene so beautiful that it became impossible to erase from one's mind?
Well, sure, to most, that day couldn't have been further from beautiful.
But to Rhazira...
It absolutely was.
Even now, after more years than she could count had passed, she found herself reliving those precious moments whenever her thoughts drifted toward the forbidden flames. It was only a brief glimpse before she used the moment to stage her inevitable draconic demise and slip away toward the dragon clan's vault, yet it had engraved itself in her memory more deeply than anything else she'd experienced.
Because unlike everyone else whose screams had been born from unimaginable agony as those flames devoured them whole, Rhazira had screamed for an entirely different reason.
Yes, there had been pain.
Excruciating pain.
But beneath it...
She'd been rejoicing.
For that day also marked the beginning of her true freedom.
