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Power.

Fire was power. She was fire. Therefore, she was power itself. With a wave of her hand, volcanoes erupted. With a flick of her wrist, fire fell from the heavens. With a snap of her fingers, walls of fire sprout so high there's no end in sight. Where she to will it, the very core of D'orn would explode into nothingness. Wherever Seraphina walked, the might of the flames came with her.

Trained in secret, Seraphina was supposed to be her Kingdom's greatest weapon against its enemies. Like a sponge, she absorbed everything taught to her. Yet, what they didn't know what that the more she knew, the more she learned, the more she studied, the less she felt she needed them around. Having gathered enough, a wave of fire ran over her former kingdom as she watched it burn to the ground. Through the burning towns, she walked with a chuckle. Nothing stood before her. She could have the world if she wished.

...or at least that was what she thought.

Turned out the world was much harsher than even she'd prepared for. All it took was one woman. With the touch of a stone, Seraphina controlled neither fire nor ember. Barely able to stand, she fell before her captor. Now, she worked in silence unable to break free from the chains which keep her locked away. However, she didn't mind biding her time, she'd always done that and this would be no different.

...or at least that was what she thought.

As it turned out, there was another like her, a pirate no less. It was he who handed her her second loss. Yet, she knew that he was like her. He too was power itself. The opposite of her. Beneath his feet, the roar of the waves sound.

Seraphina had no idea why these people stood in her way, but that didn't matter. She'd burn them all away in time! For she was power itself and no one was more powerful than her! 

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