'What is going on?' Raphael asked himself, curious as to what had happened. He now wandered in white space that stretched infinitely in all directions with not another living soul in sight. 'Last thing I remember was the purple fire. Purple fire….' As Raphael attempted to understand the situation he was in he came to a conclusion with the viable information and so he asked himself. 'Am I dead?'

It was a truly sincere question that anyone in his situation would ask themselves, after all, there was no one and nothing in sight. However, there was something that felt wrong, or incorrect was more precise to say. How could someone dead be aware they are dead? So he discarded the idea and instead focused on the purple inferno that was seared in his mind. For some reason or another, he could not forget such a memory, no matter how violent the flames became, to Raphael they were the most beautiful colors he had ever witnessed.

He had read in books that the greatest of magicians were capable of using all elements and that sometimes the key to using other elements was to mimic nature, to truly understand what magic was. That is why Raphael found it so easy to manipulate water, as it inhabited the land and gave life to any creature or plant that resided in or near it. It also dropped from the sky, nourishing the dry land as it quenched its thirst. However, water was also inside of people, and people moved all the time, albeit unconsciously.

Raphael only needed to externalize this feeling and that was how he discovered how to use water magic however simple it may be. Fire, on the other hand, had no such symmetry to life and was mostly muted in Raphael's eyes, having not a single speck of life in it to speak of. At least that was the case until he saw the wolf that harnessed purple flames. The fire that grew from the body of the midnight fur was so vibrant and enticing that it had more life than the creatures that monotonously lived their lives. It had more character than that of a dozen people combined. And most of all it was more intense than all the emotions of one's life put together.

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So Raphael reached out in the white space he was in trying to get a fraction of that flame to call his own. To his surprise, a purple light appeared a great distance away, and he believed he achieved what he had desired, but soon the purple light grew closer. He felt that something was awry as he began to focus more intensely, but did nothing to help as the purple sped up and was ever nearer. Anxiety began to well up within Raphael as his mouth became dry and his body hot, then his body began to act on its own as his mind faded. Instinct took over, fear and anger took hold of the reins that controlled his body.

As the two intense emotions battled for supremacy, and the purple flame in the shape of large was close enough to describe the details of its fangs an idea had finally clicked. Within the white space that began to be consumed by violet flames, a new fire was born in response. A fire so small that it could be considered a spark if not for its constant blaze. Unlike the violent and crazy violet flame that had no qualms about destruction, this flame was created in desperation. Unfathomable desperation gave birth to an opportunity. That opportunity gave Raphael the ability to change the outcome of this battle.

The delicate red flame grew brighter as the purple rushed to consume the minute flicker of light. However, unknown to the manic violet flame it had chewed off more than it could swallow.

One aspect that all flames had in common was their endless hunger that would lead to their timely deaths. And the hungriest of flames were newborns that viewed the world as a platter of food meant for them and them alone. Unlike the older violet flame that had its share of food and grew in accordance to that, the younger flame was as eager as it was hungry. And it was hungry. Yes, the purple inferno that surrounded it would become a good meal.