.The Child Of A Goddess.

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Custos' pov:

"Amata!" I saw her collapse in the dragon's paw. The beast lowered his arm and put her down. Fortis had left to get our stuff, so he didn't see this, and I ran to her.

"He-oh, wake up." I slapped her gently, but she didn't. I shook her, but nope. she was sweating for some reason despite her inability to feel heat... Wait, can she feel heat? Like in hot water, for example? I'll have to ask... Wait, don't get distracted! "What have you done to her?!" I yelled at him, and he curled back up around his crystals, laying his head down.

"I just opened the gate for the land of fire for her. It's her journey now to get to the end and bring back the stone alive."

"She can die?!"

"Yes, but you can't wake her. Not even Ira can. The only way is for her to get the stone." I looked down at her, worried... Shit Amata... You better come back.

Amata's POV:

I blinked as much as I could. I was sitting on the ground, covering my face from the intense wind blowing my way, seemingly unending.

"What the hell?!" it was sweltering here. I could not really feel heat or be burned, but this place was warm enough for me to feel it, so it was bound to be hot. I fought myself on my feet, covering my eyes, wind blowing a tremendous amount of dust, and started walking straight forward. I somehow knew I had to head that way. I honestly don't know how long it was before the wind finally cleared and I could see where I was.

The whole place and even the sky had an orange-ish brown hue with fire and lava around with already burnt or burning trees.