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Mariam Akorede Student @ Adekunle Ajasin university Akungba
Ibadan, Nigeria
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Ice and fire
<p>Chapter Five</p> <p><br></p> <p>The Void Stirs</p> <p><br></p><p>Beneath the crust of the world, where no light reached and no soul had walked in a thousand years, the Hollow Flame pulsed.</p><p><br></p><p>It did not burn.</p><p><br></p><p>It unburned.</p><p><br></p><p>It was not fire, nor cold. It was the absence of both—consuming, unraveling, endless.</p><p><br></p><p>And it was waking.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>---</p><p><br></p><p>Dreams began to twist.</p><p><br></p><p>In the north, Kaelara stood in her sleep among frozen trees that bled fire. The snow beneath her feet turned to ash. The moon fractured in the sky. She heard her own voice echo through the frost, screaming—only it wasn’t her voice.</p><p><br></p><p>It was her sister’s.</p><p><br></p><p>“Don’t leave me here...”</p><p><br></p><p>She woke gasping, frost creeping up her neck like a collar.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>---</p><p><br></p><p>In the south, Seren dreamed of dancing flames that whispered lies. The lava turned black and rose into tendrils, gripping her wrists, her throat. In the smoke, she saw Kaelara’s face—distant, fading.</p><p><br></p><p>“You let me go...”</p><p><br></p><p>She jolted awake, her room stifling despite the night air.</p><p><br></p><p>Fire swirled at her fingertips without her calling it.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>---</p><p><br></p><p>Across the continent, temples crumbled. Rivers reversed their flow. Animals howled into the sky without cause. Lightning struck from clear skies. The balance had begun to tear.</p><p><br></p><p>The Hollow Flame whispered through the cracks in the world:</p><p><br></p><p>&gt; One fire. One frost. One end. One cost.</p><p>Split, they fall. Together, they burn.</p><p>Come to me.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>It reached into old bloodlines. Into crumbling ruins. Into hearts afraid of power and minds filled with guilt. It promised safety. Simplicity. A world without pain.</p><p><br></p><p>All it asked for in return was everything.</p><p><br></p><p>---</p><p><br></p><p>In opposite corners of the world, Kaelara and Seren stood alone in their chambers, hands trembling.</p><p><br></p><p>They both whispered the same question:</p><p><br></p><p>“Where are you?”</p><p><br></p><p>And in the hollow dark, something whispered back.</p><p><br></p><p>“Come find&nbsp;her.”</p><p><br></p><p><br></p>

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