"The car's going to set alight!" The woman cried.
"We can't just leave her! We can't! I won't! " her father replied, his voice hoarse from screaming.
"You have no choice! Please. Some people must go before we believe their time is. The only way to respect that is to let her go." The woman softened her voice.
The father's ragged breath was downed out by the screams as the annihilated car went up in flames. His sobs were drowned out by cries of his wife and son, for they know of a girl that remained in that vehicle.
Hands grabbed and pulled at him. A silent, not so silent, plea from others to back away.
And so he did. Reluctantly, maybe. But he moved away all the same. He felt too numb to protest.
He sat with his remaining family as they watched the car burn, along with their fallen member.
The fire engine and police sirens sounded far away, muffled by the curtain of grief that engulfed them.
They watched until their eyes were blinded and stinging room the smoke. They cried until their throats were clogged with the suffocating remnants of HER.
And they watched as the wildfire burned on.
They watched as a petite figure slowly emerged room the never-ending bellows of smoke and ash.
Like a Phoenix reborn, she rose.
The fire from the destruction, no match for the one in her eyes.
Those soul sucking eyes.
They watched in amazement as the girl they thought had been sacrificed to such a horrible death, now stood before them, tall and proud.
She had been chosen.
She had been saved.
She had become not a servant to the fire, no.
She was the fire.
A wildfire that ragged ravage.
It was not destructive. No, it was beautiful.
Elegant, yet deadly.
Graceful, yet cunning.
It was a sight that would leave someone breathless. It left the broken family breathless.
The girl radiated beauty, power and authority. No one would dare defy her. Not one would even think. Her aura spread through the atmosphere like a wildfire.
It best suited her personality. Everything about this girl had always screamed 'Danger!'
And she had forever loved it.
Perhaps that was why she was chosen.
The world will welcome her. Whether they choose to bow at her feet or not.
The fiery crown that sat atop her righteous head was ever-blazing. No one or thing could ever extinguish that. Not even if they tried.
The incomplete family sat there, clutching each other.
The father felt a sense of obligation to the girl, so he got on his knees and lowered himself to the ground before her. He bowed respectfully and the woman and her son, the girl's once mother and brother, followed suit.
As though it had been forever engraved in their mind, all chorused simultaneously:
"Welcome, My Queen. Goddess of Fire. May your Wildfire burn within us eternally."
