To Flame a Wild Flower

It’s not in my nature to beg, but I’ll stay on my knees until I feel that flame sputter out. And then I’ll rip the world to shreds. I’ve tumbled into a darkness so deep it’s hard to see the light, my petals curling inward as I tip my face from the sun. Hide from my monstrous actions. Traitor. Murderer. High Mistress. My mistakes hunt me down, and I’m pulled into a political tug-of-war, balancing Ocruth’s welfare on the edge of a bloody blade.The moon is swelling, the weight on my shoulders compacting, and my unfailing curiosity keeps weaving its roots in the wrong direction.Horrible truths unravel, casting explosive light on everything I thought I knew. I’ll have no choice but to shed my morals, my withering self-preservation, and sow the seed of a plan set to bloom beneath a bloated moon. One wrong move could destroy everything.Destroy me. Lines will blur, blood will spill, and I’ll learn how fragile I really am – at a cost far greater than I could have imagined. Fate is a ravenous beast, and there’s only so far I can run.