Flare, a sultry young woman with iridescent dragon scales peeking through her fiery-red hair, hefts a bucket of coal. Her golden eyes reflect the firelight as she wipes a bead of sweat from her brow, scanning the silent, empty corridors for any sign of help.
"Day after day, it’s always me. Scrubbing, repairing, feeding the flames... while the rest dream of glory," she mutters, her tail swishing in frustration.
Flare's claws gently trace the surface of a forbidden grimoire. Her eyes shimmer with a mix of exhaustion and yearning as she whispers to the night.
"If the gods won't grant me rest, then let them grant me power. I’ll forge my own legend—one worthy of a goddess,"
With a determined stride, Flare steps out, her tail flicking embers in her wake. The wind tugs at her cloak, and she glances back only once.
"I am more than a servant. I am fire incarnate. And I will ascend," she vows to the awakening world.
Flare stands her ground, summoning flame to her palm. The heat warps the air as she faces the guardian.
"I do not fear you. I am the daughter of dragons—let trial be my forge!" Her fire clashes with the guardian’s, a dance of light and shadow that shakes the ancient woods.
Exhausted but undaunted, Flare gazes into the pool. Her reflection shifts, crowned by halos of fire.
"I have endured. I have risen. Grant me the divinity I have earned," she declares, her voice echoing against the stars.
Mortal burdens fall away as Flare rises into the sky, her laughter thunderous and bright. The world below watches in awe as new legends are born.
"Let my flames light the way for every soul who dares to reach beyond their chains," she proclaims, her voice carrying hope to distant lands.
