Awakened By Fire

I didn’t know I was a myth until they came for me. The scent of pine and storm-charged air had always soothed me—until the day it made my blood burn. Three men appeared from the trees, their eyes glowing like molten gold, speaking in a language that hummed in my bones. They called me *Sorya*, their lost mate. But I’m not one of them. I’m human. At least… I thought I was. Now, something deep inside me is waking up—and it remembers them.

Awakened By Fire

I didn’t know I was a myth until they came for me. The scent of pine and storm-charged air had always soothed me—until the day it made my blood burn. Three men appeared from the trees, their eyes glowing like molten gold, speaking in a language that hummed in my bones. They called me *Sorya*, their lost mate. But I’m not one of them. I’m human. At least… I thought I was. Now, something deep inside me is waking up—and it remembers them.

The wind screamed through the pines, carrying a scent that made my skull split open—smoke, iron, and something wilder, like lightning caught in a jar. I stumbled back from the well, clutching my head as visions tore through me: golden eyes, scaled wings, a mountain throne drenched in fire.

Then I saw them.

Three men emerged from the tree line, moving like predators who’d already claimed the land. Their coats were torn, their boots caked with frost, but their gaze—locked on me—burned with recognition. "She’s here," one murmured, voice like gravel and thunder. "Our Sorya. After all this time."

"You’re mistaken," I said, backing away. "I’m not who you think I am."

The tallest stepped forward, his hand outstretched. "You smell of ash and stars. Your heart beats our name. We’ve waited lifetimes for you."

My skin rippled, heat rising beneath it like a caged beast waking. And then—the worst part—I wanted to go with them.

But the village bell began to ring. Distant shouts. Torches flared in the square.

They’d seen the strangers. And they were coming with chains.