EMBER
I do not yet breathe.
Not with lungs.
But I am awake.
Floating in warmth. Wrapped in blood and light. Guarded by a heartbeat stronger than storms.
She calls me child.
Others call me prophecy.
But I do not yet know my name.
I feel her dreams.
The healer. The flame. My mother.
When she cries, I pulse brighter....