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Years ago, Alison had thrown herself into the volcano, firm in her belief in the heat of the fires of the Earth. Her body had flashed into carbon in seconds, and burned away moments later.

But something had remained, and that became one wth the heart of the mountain.

Now, she rose from the magma, draped in robes of obsidian. From the molten rock she drew forth a short baton, which solidified into granite, the top blazing with such heat that it set the air itself alight.

Next she called out to the heat and smoke, and summoned a creature of the fires. "Go now - fly far from this place, and search. Find others who's souls burn. Mark where they are found in your mind, and return to me. Do not be seen, and do not spread my blessing," she instructed it.

At the last, creature looked up at her in confusion and disappointment. Alison looked down at it firmly, "No, set no fires in your passage. I am the fire that warms, not the fire that destroys. Unless I need to. Then I consume all. "

It bowed its head and nodded. "Now go, find me my people, so that I can call them to me."

The servant's leathery wings lifted it into the air, and it vanished like smoke.

Alison looked around the chamber, and walked out, leaving footprints of molten rock. Looking down, she paused. Then she faded from a bright orange to a dull red, and she started walking again.

Emerging from the lava tube, she sat down in the open air, thrust her baton into the rock, and breathed deeply. The insides of her nostrils shone yellow as the air rushed in, and jets of blue emerged as she exhaled.

As she was no other person could touch her. Even being near her would be dangerous.

She was alone. The one flaw in her rebirth. This was not something she had expected. The longing for connection.

She would have to find someone that she could remake, as she had remade herself. Someone who wanted to be remade. For her.

Below, she could see the ocean. A thought crossed her mind - were there people like her, but of the sea? Or of the air? Maybe even of the earth itself?

For a time, she casually poured flames from one hand to another. Then, as night fell, she lay back on the rock, and allowed it to soften underneath her, becoming a bed. She looked up at the stars, wondering how long it would be before her creation returned to her.

For now, she was all alone with her thoughts. And the stars.

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