Luke lay down panting, same as the five other fire elementalists around him. They had done it. Over the span of three months they had built a giant fireball, that now they had sent to the sun. It streaked across the sky like a shooting star, heading for the sun. The emperor was wrong. We didn’t need a ritual to re-ignite the sun. As the fireball hit the sun there was a surge of light that had Luke covering his eyes. The sun had re-ignited. The grass was glinting, the ice was melting, people were cheering! This… was an amazing, but difficult journey. He had… saved the world but lost the first friend he ever had.

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