Naia had followed a rumor into the Fire Spire.
That a second her—one born from rage alone—was burning towns across the red desert.
She found her twin in a crater.
Wild eyes. Crimson flames. A grin too wide.
"You forgot me," the twin spat.
"You chose love and laughter. I chose power."
Naia tilted her head.
"So… wanna hug it out?"
They clashed. Flame against flame.
The twin burned with hate. Naia burned with joy.
"You're a joke," the twin screamed.
"Then laugh with me," Naia whispered.
And as the flames merged, the twin blinked—
And smiled.
"Okay. Maybe I'll stay."
And they walked out together.