Phoenix. (Chapter Three)

Two months later.

Nothing had happened to me recently worth recording. I'm Amber, I'm an orphan, I hate my life.

I try to drift back into my own little world, where the sky is velvet and the sea if sapphire. Where I float upon a violet breeze.

I'm suddenly woken from my thoughts by a bright beautiful light. I open my eyes and look at my hand.
I'm on fire!
I see the green flames dancing around my fingertips, illuminating my rough nails and cracked skin. I desperately try to blow out the blaze but then, I stop.

The flames soothe me, not burn. I watched in awe as my rough nails etch themselves into perfect shapes. My cracked skin becomes moistured and tanned.

I watch the green flame as it recedes into my hand.

Then I burn.

My whole body burst into flames, scouring every inch of dirt and imperfection from my figure. I feel so... Alive.

The flames slowly float off my body and into the sky. I look down and see, standing no more than ten feet in front of me, Jonathan. With an expression of horror on his face. He turns, and runs.

"Wait", I cried. Then, I heard an ear-piercing scream. I run to Jonathan, only to find him on the floor, burning. Burning with green flame that melts his skin. I watch, paralysed with fear, until the flames recede. And etched on his charred face, a Phoenix.