I would stop to look at the house often and every day it would look different. As if it had a new emotion. It had also become a part of my routine... waiting in front of the house to get a glimpse of her. Missya.
She roared in fury, her eyes full of a mesmerising energy--hate perhaps--but even so, it was enchanting. 'I am the Goddess of Fire,' she said. 'I am born out of embers. I can engulf the world in my flames, I can cover the planet in a sheet of pain. I am power, I am hunger.… Continue reading The Goddess of Fire