The Fire King


The fire king

He’s hot warm summer glow mixed colors consisting red orange and yellow when every his feet touch the ground it leaves a crimson color on the grass the trails of all his enemy’s he leaves behind his trail searching for sapphire that will bring him happiness fulliment and everything he need looking through the eternal sky high and low slaughtering things in his path he’s flames starts to grow small no fuel no sapphire to help him dying day after day cold night after night until his flames have grown weaken and his journey has ended he would never be able to get the sapphire to happiness because no such thing existed

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