[ TT ] It takes a long time to learn to breath fire . You have to light the ember first , the spark in your belly . But when you do , it will be the most exhilarating moment of your life .

`` I'm sure this is the way.'' Paul yanked at the girls hand, eager to venture further up the slope. `` This is where the flame of dragons were birthed.'' he continued ranting to her about myths and legends of old. `` My father told me that once you glimpse at the flame, the dragons soul takes over you! And the fire touches your breath forevermore.''. 
 
 Cheryl did not fancy this tale, in fact it frightened her. She did not wish to become a dragon, as they were omens of destruction and death. Dragons used to sweep over the kingdoms with flame and hatred, and no stone keep would be safe, if the old tales were truthful. Cheryl did not show her displeasure in this sacrifice, she loved Paul all the same, and up the mountain she went. 
 
 After hours of climbing, with frozen fingers Paul went to light a fire in the middle of a clearing. He took a crude steel knife and smacked it against a chunk of rock, bright amber in color. `` This is for our kingdom.'' Paul told her with sullen eyes, as excited as he was, Paul knew that they could n't be together after this. The fire was soon an inferno, the heat radiating from the mountain top shared by the the two companions. 
 
 Cheryl walked towards the pyre, stripping her heavy woolen clothing. As Paul approached her, holding out the dagger, they both walked into the flame. Neither of them seemed to fear the inferno blazing around them, searing their skin as the flames danced around them. Once in the middle of the flame, Paul held out the dagger to the flaming woman, and watched her plunge it into his heart. 
 
 The bonfire erupted, liquid fire spreading across the mountain like a plague. Wings struggled against the flames, a deep growl echoed across the land. With one beat of her wings, Prunus Avium took flight and let the world know her wrath.
