"Who are you?"

Ignacio could hear the voices in his thoughts saying, "Lead us." For him, the yelling and crying subsided, leaving him to hear just the voice of the fire raging in front of him. the voice he had been hearing since he was a young child, the voice that kept calling for him. Instead of appearing scary and aggressive, the voice was ironically sweet and peaceful. When the voice said, "Lead us," Ignacio started to go in the direction of the flames, which opened up space for him.

Ignacio gradually engulfed himself in the flames, which felt comfortable and familiar to him, as though he had discovered a piece of himself. It wasn't hot or scorching him, but it seemed like he had. Ignacio closed his eyes and opened his arms as if under hypnosis as the voice that said, "Take us, allow us in," seemed like honey to him. The fire that had encircled Ignacio was now creeping closer to him, alarming those who were watching from outside.

"I'm ready." Ignacio murmured, and the fire surrounded him from all sides, eventually reaching his feet. Ignacio was immediately enveloped in a blanket-like embrace by the fire as it rose from his feet. The king, who was seeing everything from a distance, sobbed and dropped to his knees, crying his son's name. The fire began to dwindle gradually, condensing at one point. Although the damage had already been done, Ignacio took in all the fire that had burnt the forest. However, the fire was beginning to slow down. Everyone gasped as they observed the diminishing flames because it was unnatural in behavior. Ignacio truly was born on flames. He was fire, but being in the human world had caused the fire inside of him to smolder. It was therefore a little daunting for him to take control of fire; at worst, the rapid surge of forces might cause him to burst. Ignacio's flesh was being pinched by the flames as it continued to penetrate his body. It was a lot to process, and Ignacio could feel the agony in his brain pounding. He lost control of his feet and fell down, grabbing his head with both hands. All that remained of the forest's inferno when it had subsided was the sight of a man being consumed by flames. The king attempted to approach Ignacio as his throat became dry with anxiety, but as soon as he took a step, Ignacio yelled. Ignacio wept out as he dropped to the ground, gripping his knees in a fetal manner. A moment later, the power burst, spreading a flashing light around. Everyone was nearly dazzled by the brightness of the light, and then all noise was silenced. Everyone rubbed their eyes and looked around. In the center, a body was still and lying down.

"Let him get up first." "Will he be all right?" "How does he avoid being burned? He was consumed by the fire." As he fought to open his eyes, Ignacio could clearly hear the muddled words; he could feel the scorching throughout his entire body and in his eyes. He could feel fire rushing through his veins, and his heart was thumping more quickly. The conversations abruptly became silent, and then he felt a cold hand brush across his own. That was soothing. " Are you able to hear me?" "Everything will work out fine." He re-heard those muddled voices, and this time they were more audible. In an effort to acclimatize to the light streaming through the side window, Ignacio squinted his eyes. "Pull the drapes closed right now." He could hear a woman's voice; she spoke with a fearful undertone, and he knew it was his mother. He calmed as the curtains were suddenly drawn, and as he opened them, he saw his mother stroking his cheeks. "You're on fire; let me summon the royal physician." Ignacio clutched her hands and shook his head, assuring her that he was OK. His attention shifted to his father, who stood beside him, his face filled with fear and concern.

"We need to talk," the king said.

"Can't it wait?" the Queen asked. Ignacio squeezed her hand, reassuring her that everything was alright, and he nodded toward his father.

Everyone in the room was instructed to depart by the monarch, and the servants and doctors did so without pause. "The people regard you as their hero since you saved them," Ignacio chuckled lightly. "And some of them are looking at you down as—" He tried to finish the sentence as the words became stuck in his throat.

"Evil, I know."

"You are not a monster; you are my son," the queen said as she responded while sobbing.

"I am grateful that you both loved me and reared me as if I were your own son; I will never be able to repay you both." Ignacio gazed between his parents. He extended his hand to the monarch, who took it and sat down on the opposite side of the bed. " But the reality is whatever the Sage had said. Ignacio will always be your son, but I have to go now. I can't stay here knowing what my purpose in this planet is." He glanced at his parents, who were taken aback by the abrupt revelation, and said, "I'll always come back if you need me, but until then, I have to go." Their impulsive son is now considering leaving.

"Purpose?" the queen questioned.

"When the flames consumed me, it showed me everything, everything that I was seeking for; please don't stop me," the king and queen nodded reluctantly. Since they had Ignacio, they were aware that this day would eventually arrive. He wasn't like other kids, and they were aware of this, so they accepted their fate.

Time passed quickly and as usual. Ignacio had left the palace because some people had started to object to him being evil. However, Ignacio gained their trust and informed them of everything. He talked about how he was created out of fire and the powers he possesses to manage it. He frequently went to the castle, but the majority of the time he wandered, passing along his knowledge of fire to those who were willing to study it. He reasoned that it was best if this knowledge was passed on because he was living in a clay vessel that would eventually die. He was referred to as the elemental of fire. He went from place to place looking for more elements like himself after telling the people that there were another three elementals out there. What if they weren't aware of it or hadn't embraced it yet? As he made his way across the town, he asked himself a question.

He was engrossed in his own thoughts when he heard a distant cry that startled him and made him look around. People started to scatter in all directions as fire started to spread among some of the town's homes. After three years had passed since the wildfire event, he once again found himself face to face with a raging inferno. It was risky because this time, instead of a wildfire, houses were on fire. The houses were totally engulfed in flames, and a woman was screaming as Ignacio sprinted in its direction. People were holding her back as she struggled to escape their clutches, sobbing and screaming nonstop, "Please, my son is upstairs. Someone help!"

Ignacio suddenly heard voices within his thoughts, a voice similar to what he had been hearing back when he was younger: "I'll keep you safe." "Can you hear me?" "You're one of us." After fully embracing the flames, he ceased hearing them, but this time the voices were different and seemed to be implemented by a strong force. Another scream interrupted his stream of thought, and he startled himself. He was inside one of the burning homes. How did I enter the room? Did I walk here? He shrugged off these ideas and began to face the raging flames, which gradually began to die down with his presence. He moved to look for the boy who was trapped inside the house as all that was left was smoke. In his search, he discovered a small door that, according to his assumption, would take him to the woman's son. He punched the door with his fist, creating a hole, and entered through it despite the fact that it was fully burned. The door was hot but he didn't feel the burn.

He noticed a woman sitting there, most likely holding the boy in her arms. He stared at them in terror; aside from the area where the woman was seated, the entire room had been destroyed by fire. Probably out of fright, the boy in her arms passed unconscious. She stood up, carrying the child, and handed him over to Ignacio. Ignacio's gaze was fixated on the woman, who possessed both beautiful and strong features. A few voices coming from outside interrupted him as he attempted to speak while holding the boy in his arms.

We should take him outside," the woman murmured, and they both stepped outside the burned-out house. Running to embrace her kid, the boy's mother sobbed. "He's alright, just a little scared," the mysterious woman remarked as the boy's mother dashed towards the hospital, thanking Ignacio and the unknown woman. They were thanked and asked whether they had suffered any injuries. Ignacio shook his head, his gaze fixed on the woman who stood next to him.

"You're harmed," a man said, grabbing Ignacio's wrist; he had a gash on his knuckles from punching his way through the charred door. Ignacio looked at the man pulling him, "Let me treat you or you'll develop an infection."

Ignacio turned around and said, "Wait, her—" but the woman had left. The woman was gone and he was unable to see her through the throng. Who was she? He pondered.

Ignacio was staring at the ceiling of the room he had rented; he was away from the castle and was living his life like a normal person. He struggled to sleep, tossing and turning repeatedly, and each time he closed his eyes, images of the mysterious woman he had met would appear. All he could think of was her sharp features and her fearlessness. His imagination had convinced him that the voice he had heard belonged to her; could she, too, be an elemental? "He sat up suddenly, thinking, "I need to find her."

He searched for her for days without success. With nothing but his recollection, how was he supposed to find her? He didn't even know what her name was. When he inquired of the nearby residents who had been there during the incident, all they could say was that they were unaware. That made sense, he believed. When Ignacio got back to his room, he collapsed into the bed and buried his face in the pillows. It wasn't the most comfortable bed and pillows he'd had at the palace, but that was the least of his concerns. He again closed his eyes when he exhaled a long sigh. He relived the incidents from the recent accident.

'Her eyes looked like she was trying to find answers too. She had a protective arm around the boy. She was calm and condensed when I found her in that burning house. Why was she there? Was she an elemental? But then why would she run away from me? I shouldn't be surprised if she is one of my kind. She didn't recognize me. What if she isn't an elemental? Why am I being drawn towards her? Could it be? No no, Ignacio, you just met her, and now she's gone. Why am I being affected by that? My inner fire is grumbling to find her, but why? And how?'

He was once more lost in concentration when he heard a gentle humming. It was her voice, and he can identify it from anywhere. Due to the thoughts that were racing, the voice was lovely and melodious, and it helped him to become more at ease. It sounded like a lullaby, and he was worried that if he opened his eyes, the voice would fade, so he kept his eyes closed. He was ready to fall asleep deeply when he had another vision. It wasn't like the sights and horrors he'd had before.

He observed the elements trying to break free from what looked to be a sizable globe in their true form—massive and volatile. The forces felt constrained. Then, all of a sudden, the globe began to shake violently and then unexpectedly broke open, releasing a tremendous amount of energy that completely obliterated everything in its immediate vicinity. Ignacio was startled awake; the soothing humming had stopped, and the familiarity of the bed and pillows had vanished. Ignacio rubbed his eyes and made an effort to get used to the darkness that had obviously replaced the torchlight. But there was also something else: the smell of burned wood, as well as the warmth and smoke emanating from it. He lit a fire in his palm after opening it. He wasn't inside his room. He was in the center of the road and was enveloped in darkness. He focused his attention on the fire and raised it; the flames illuminated the surroundings slightly, and he recognized the place. He was in the street next to the burned-out homes from the recent fire catastrophe. How did I get here? He pondered.

He caught sight of a figure peering at him from a distance out of the corner of his eye. The form vanished as he turned his head in that direction. He began running in that direction after noticing the gist of the clothes. He tried to get close to it, but as soon as he touched it, it disappeared and turned into dust. The fire on his hand blew out, and he found himself back in the dark.

He jumped up and found himself seated on his bed, asking himself, "Was it a dream?" His forehead was covered in sweat beads as he struggled for breath. He shook his head and muttered, "A dream inside a dream." "It felt so real, as if I were there," he thought of his unusual dream, and he rose up immediately, donned his shoes, and ran outdoors.

It was late at night, and if his intuition was true, his dreams were more than simply dreams. He was sprinting through the streets. Despite the fact that he was heavily panting, he continued sprinting. He continued running until he arrived at the location he saw in his dreams, the burned-out home where he had first met the woman, as he had never had his dreams mislead him. It was dark, and the street was only dimly lit by a few light torches, so it was simple to get a sense of where he was. Burned wood odor flooded over him. He looked around and went with his gut." I know you're here." He said to himself.

Although the streets were deserted, he was adamant and confident that he would find what he was seeking. He deliberately closed his eyes in an effort to concentrate on the vision he had just experienced. His mental image became clearer as it became easier to see the silhouette.

He heard the voice again, but this time it came from behind him rather than inside his head: "I knew you could help me." Ignacio's frown changed into a smile as he turned his head. The face he had anticipated and was determined to locate was there, standing with her hands behind her back. The same woman he encountered at the burned-out house.

He smiled, moving cautiously in her direction, but the smile was soon replaced by a frown once more. "I knew I would find you here," he said. His earlier visions of the energies and the globe shattering and everything being destroyed came back to him. He came to a safe distance, his eyes glowing with fire, and asked. "Who are you?"