“I can hear it. Our love is calling.”

The queen of flames hovered above the ocean, her body a pillar of fire stretching from the foam of the waves, high up beyond the sky.

And she burned. Burned with eternal rage.

How dare they separate her from her love. Again. How dare they.

“So you say sister yet I feel nothing.”

Water rose from amongst the waves.

“I feel nothing beyond this threshold we cannot pass. An awful lot of nothing.”

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“So there is.”

Fire stretched her arm yet, like before, her palm vanished the moment it passed an invisible line, her body extinguished, her mana dispersed.

“Yet I hear whispers of my flames burning within our love. Calling…”

“Sister, there are mortals coming on their ships. We should not be seen here.”

The flame did no more but flicker, her eyes full of hate.

“Do not even think of it, our law is stretched thin as it is. You have no right…”

“Leave.”

Water's frame began to steam and bubble as her sister's voice rumbled among thunders.

“They took what I claimed as mine. By law, they shall burn.”

“Our love will not want...”

“Leave. This matter is mine to settle.”

So Water left, pretending she had not seen the embers sinking to the bottom where light does not reach. She pretended not to hear the wailing of those damned souls that sank along what left of their ships.