11/15/2017 - Major editing on 12/15/2017

Fire.

    Fire.

    Fire.

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    Everywhere.

    Everblaze.

    The heat radiated off of the Everblaze in large waves, an interminable pattern that consisted of rolling waves of fire.

    The bright pearly white of the Everblaze reflected from any surface.

    But the thing that bothered her the most, was the scent.

    The bittersweet aroma that the fire contained.

    So potent, it stung her nose emanating tingles from her head to her heels.

    But it was a smell that you would expect to find in a bakery.

Not a battlefield.

    Why, yes.

    It was burnt sugar.

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