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Fire is beautiful, it moves like a dancer; never staying still, but it can do it fast, not letting you time to get away from it. Fire is beautiful, but not slow. It has a pretty color anyone could recognize, but it has the bad luck of being the color of danger; anyone relating it with bad thing. Its color is pretty, a dangerous one. It can bring light around us, together with a comfortable warm when it is cold, but the warm will turn into hot, damaging flesh and turning everything to ash. It is the light and warm in our lives, but it can kill us if it wants.
Red knew this. Had to know it. After all, he was the fire, the one who wore red, the one who gained the fire rod, the one who saw a village burn. The one to see a frozen Blue.
Red brought up the fire rod, aimed it at Blue, and fired.
When Miss Fairy woke up from the sleep, she had fallen into due to teleportation taking quite a magical drain on her, it was to see ash in an ice cave and Red with duller eyes.
“You lied, Miss Fairy.” He whispered, voice rough, as if he had been crying or screaming. “They aren't here. No one is. Just a monster.”