They flew like
crystal-coloured rain, showering the ground and disappearing as quickly as they
had appeared. Flowers of fire igniting and fading over and over, never
faltering.
Emma stood mesmerised
by the never-ending sea of sparkles before her. They invigorated her, breathing
life into a depressing day.
She took a deep breath
and smiled to the blacksmith as he continued hammering a mighty sword.
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