“The Kindling Flame~

Dyeing was new to Zoey. She never thought she would experience it herself, she had cast its everlasting sentence upon so many before her, yet here she was, trapped within her own thoughts, Darkness the only thing she could comprehend, her body felt so still, she couldn't even move her eyes, not even hiss desperate for a taste of oxygen in her last moments, she hasn't known how long she's been dyeing for, it has felt like days at this point

Then it hit her, the burning sensation of oxygen being sucked through her clenched teeth, forcing her lungs which now felt like they were on fire to spread out, moving her chest, then she heard it, the gentle mumbles of someone nearby, it was in elvish, no goblin ! It didn't matter, what mattered was she could now move her body. She tried desperately to force her self to sit up, to move, to shake off this rigid stiffness that had plagued her until now and with a internal scream of pain she sits up, feeling her back crack and her muscles burn with new found freedom and use, then her ears quivered as she heard a scream ? it was feminine with a hint of a male undertone, Zoey desperate to see who was still there with her forced her eyes slowly open.

The Light at first was blinding, she felt like a newborn exposed to the sun for the first time, and as her eyes adjusted, She realized she was no longer in her stronghold, The walls of this place were stone, but older, less cared for if that was possible, with engravings and carvings, and a pile up of dust to match the book shelves of a Forgotten Library. she was in a stone casket, the top of it was missing, it had seemingly been pried off from the scratch marks in the corners or was that her in a desperate attempt to escape. Then she turned her head the massive women looking toward the large temple like door, a figure dressed in pure white robes backed by the searingly bright sun. Zoey groaned and covered the top of her eyes trying to call out. “What is this ?” well she thought she said that, but it seems her tongue wasn't quite as free to move yet, and made her bellow out a awfull beastial sound that made the robbed figure let out another scared whimper and backstep seemingly until some stairs as she heard another scream and the sound of someone crashing down some steps, she would laugh if her tounge or lungs would allow her too and so unable to react she climbed out of her casket and went towards the bright light.

She shivered feeling her feet against the cold stone. It was strange as a Molten Lord the Word Cold wasn't something that come up a lot. It was just a reminder of the position she lost to those heros those many.. She couldn't even think of how long it could of been since she was usurped. Maybe she could ask her scared bright friend. When she stepped outside she was assaulted with memories of her time before her Isolation as a Molten Lord, She was stood atop a large pair of stone steps which were overgrown with grass and moss. Small flowers blooming of all shapes and colours, When she looked up she seen the bright blue sky, clear with only a few drifting white clouds drifting like boats on a never ending ocean. The Air was clear, fresh, tasty even, No ash or slate making breaths feel like flaggons of lead.

Walking down the stairs was something else, she struggled as her knees tried to buckle under her weight them untrained again as she sighed and soon felt the bare feet touchdown against the grass. Something as simple as this brought her more joy then she ever felt being trapped up in that castle on the volcano, Then she was interrupted by a male voice stammering out to get her attention,

“Miss ? Your Alive. It worked ! Hahah” She turned and looked down at the elf who was sprawled on the ground beside the side of the stairs. He jumped to his feet and rushed up looking her over. He was a elf alright the ears gave that much away but he was much darker than the paler high elfs and his eyes were a faint purple colour he had a giant smile on his face as he seemed to be rapidly taking notes. It was quite a strange if not cute sight,

Zoey decided it would be much more appealing looking with her hands wrapped around his throat and she did just that, she grabbed his throat and she lifted the much shorter man with ease. His wide eyed expression of fear and confusion would of brought zoey such joy when she was the lord but not now no. it felt,,,bad ? She felt pity for the poor elf to the point she dropped him as he sprawls to his knees and grabs his throat calling out apologies like a bad lacky but she mumbles something she never gave to someone she thought was below her. “Sorry” This shut the elf up as he looked up and then stands up slowly backing away slightly. “I didn't mean to hurt I am just..confused about what is going on so far”

“Oh that would be my fault, I am Malzonar. I am practicing to join the drowned order !” The Dark Elf Spouts out as he gulped. “I kinda, Resurrected you The order said it couldn't be done but i did it” he went on to explain how he did it but Zoey had zoned out at that point. Resurrected. She knew she had died but it was still a strange idea coming back from that seemingly endless state. She cut off the elf in his frantic ramblings with a single question. “What is the Year ?”

“Oh ! uhhh in what calendar ? underworld ? Iron bay ? Stormborn” The first two were new to her but that was a question for another time and after picking stormborn she was kicked in the head with another surprising piece of information “Oh 1544 AE !” Three Hundred years she had been dead, how her body hasn't turned to a skeleton or something of the sort confused her but she pushed it off as part of this strange elf's magic.

Zoey took a seat on the grass ridden stone steps to her once grave, her silent as she looked at her hand, it still had the stains of ash that had dyed themselves into her skin a reminder of what she was. What she was destined to be ! A Molten lord ! She didnt know if any Molten lord before her had died and came back to take there throne but if not she planned on being the first ! Without her gear or even her sword she wouldn't be much of a threat to the current molten lord but now she knew how she was going to take back her throne. The same way those who killed her did, with friends starting with this strange elf

“I just woke up from death, My body feels heavy and my stomach begging for something after all these years..” That was enough to make the elf jump into action telling her about the village her came from that was close by and then started to lead her off warning her it was a bit of a walk through the forests.

Zoey had to admit, it was nice interacting with someone again even if they were as eccentric as this little mage but who knows, maybe he could be her advisor when she ruled again, she wouldn't make the same mistakes she made once before.