Dancing on the golden ashes

Each time a spark formed, I could feel the pulsating power rushing through my body. It was faint, almost imperceptible, and if I wasn't careful, I would've missed it entirely. But there it was—the power that was calling to me, beckoning me to discover it.

"How mesmerizing..." I whispered under my breath, the words barely audible as I watched the spark dance within me.

The more I focused, the clearer it became. I had to capture this power, draw it in, and increase its force. Perhaps then, the power that surged through me would become more refined, more destructive—like a flame that needed fuel to consume an entire forest. I felt that if I could harness it, this raw energy could tear through anything in its path, just waiting to be unleashed.

"This is it! This is the path I have to take!" The realization hit me like a bolt of lightning, and in that moment, I pulled out the golden plate and ignited it. The golden flame blazed to life, radiant and blinding, its power unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was something far stronger than any flame I could ever create on my own. This flame—this was the key that had always been missing.

"I think I've finally managed to figure out your purpose," I murmured, my eyes fixed on the golden plate, as if it held all the answers.

"You're the fuel my flame has been missing," I continued, a sense of certainty rising within me. "With a little hard work and a better understanding of this flame, I'll grow stronger in no time!"

I glanced deep into the golden flame, feeling its sacred energy pulse with life. It began to resonate with my soul, enhancing it in ways I could never have imagined. I recognized the power—it was the very reason I could cultivate so rapidly. But even as I embraced it, I knew it wasn't enough. Large reserves of power were good, but that wasn't what I truly needed.

"If I have a lake, but the lake does not have fish, the lake will not be able to feed me." It was a simple sentence, almost foolish, but in that moment, it felt like the perfect analogy for what I was experiencing.

"Let me increase the power of the flames just a little more..." I murmured calmly, focusing on the plate. Slowly, I pushed my own soul power into it.

Instantly, a much stronger fire erupted. It twisted and danced, warping the very air around it. The oxygen in the air seemed to be consumed too quickly, struggling to keep up with the flame's insatiable hunger. It was like a starving wolf devouring its prey, the air around it growing thinner and thinner until almost nothing was left.

But from this, I saw something—a new understanding hit me like a revelation, and I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of it before. How had I never realized this?

"If I burn the oxygen in the air..." I whispered to myself, a sense of excitement and awe building inside me. "I can create an even more powerful flame, one that could unleash destruction on a level I've never reached before."
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I tried to create my own flame on my palm, the tiny spark flickering gently in the center of my hand. It danced calmly, its light a mere flicker compared to the blazing intensity of the golden flame. No matter how hard I focused, I couldn't replicate the force, the raw power that surged through the flame from the golden plate. I concentrated harder, trying to mimic its every movement. Slowly, I started to focus on the elements in the air, narrowing my attention to the oxygen. I reached for it, desperate to manipulate it, but it felt distant, elusive.

"I can't seem to have enough knowledge of the elements in the air," I whispered, frustration biting at my words. "At least, not in the feeling of it." My voice sounded hollow even to my own ears, bitterness lacing my tone. "I know what oxygen is made of, but I have no idea how to feel it in the air…"

The realization stung. Here I was, surrounded by the very essence of fire, yet I couldn't seem to tap into the energy it thrived on. It should have been simple—fire, air, oxygen, the elements that formed the foundation of my power. But the understanding I lacked was palpable, and my chest tightened with the weight of my failure.

Despite this, something deep inside me refused to let go. I couldn't stop now. I will get this... I have to!

I tried again, focusing more intently, my palm heating as the small flame flickered. I envisioned the fire consuming the oxygen, the element feeding it as it burned brighter. I closed my eyes, feeling for the air, trying to tune in to its pulse, but it was a mere whisper in the background, far too faint to grasp.

Each failed attempt made my frustration grow, but it also ignited something inside me—a deeper understanding that refused to be ignored. The flame within me—my fire soul—seemed to be stirring, like a deep, ancient force waking from a long slumber. It wasn't just the raw power I was learning to control; there was something more—something beneath the surface, guiding my hands, my mind.

It wasn't just about manipulating fire. It was about understanding its essence, its law. It was the law of fire—the rules that governed its every movement, its every spark. It was like a truth that I could almost touch but could never quite hold, an intricate web that connected the flame to the very air itself.

The more I focused, the more the feeling of a law began to crystallize within me. It wasn't something I could see—it was something I could feel, a mysterious presence. It wasn't just fire I was wielding; I was beginning to understand it. The flame was not just a tool. It was an entity with its own essence, its own will, and it lived, it breathed, it demanded respect...

And then, in the depths of my concentration, I felt a shift. It felt like an invisible hand had brushed across my soul, and in that moment, a new understanding blossomed, one that made my skin tingle with energy. I could feel the connection between me and the flame growing stronger, and in that moment, I realized something. This is it. This is the key to unlocking my true power.

I had always seen fire as something to control, to manipulate. But now, I understand! The fire is me. The flame is a part of my soul, and I am a part of it. I can no longer think of it as just an element to wield. I have to become it! The fire's law are a reflection of my own will, and the more I embrace it, the stronger it would become.

In that moment something shifted within me and I could feel, my fire soul was evolving, reaching new heights I couldn't have imagined before. This wasn't just about the fuel to sustain the fire. It was about becoming the very essence of flame itself, about rising to a power that transcended everything I had known. My body, my mind, and my soul were all aligning with the fire's law, and I could feel its potential stretching out before me, it was limitless.