The Fire is not a creature. It does not speak, it does not choose. It is neither good nor evil. It simply is.

It pulses at the heart of the Forest like a truth — the source of all magic, change, memory, and loss. It does not judge or forgive. It reveals. And in a world woven from illusion and forgetting, revelation is the most dangerous force of all.

For some, it is hope — a promise that even what’s broken can be healed. For others, it is terror — the certainty that no lie can hold forever. Those who try to control it always burn. Those who serve it walk the edge between insight and madness.

The Fire remembers what others forget. It burns, but it is silent — shaping destinies across all three books without ever stepping fully into view. It is the source. The consequence. The mirror.

You do not find it. You do not master it. You either become part of it… or vanish.

– Flame = memory, transformation, risk

– Ash = the price of truth

– Light = perception without control

– Smoke = what is hidden, what remains

– Core = timelessness beyond story

I am you and you are me and we are all the same. I am the beginning and the end, and what lies between them. I turn the beautiful into the ugly and the ugly into the beautiful. I am the opposite of everything.

Everything that touches me becomes something else. I am the Fire of Eternal Change, the force that breaks apart and binds again. You called me — now I am here.

I turn the ugly into the beautiful and the beautiful into the ugly… light into darkness and darkness into light. I turn everything upside down.

You awakened me and called me. What happens next is up to you. You are allowed to use my power twice, but remember: I am here only for a short while. If you fail, you will have to wait a whole year before you can summon me again.

📘 Book I

– Omnipotent presence, calm, indifferent power.

📗 Book II

– Manipulated by Heino, turned into a dangerous toy

📙 Book III

– Possessed, twisted, turned — becomes the Black Light

– Destroys the Forest in an apocalyptic explosion

– The embodiment of all post-apocalyptic fears

– Was he ever good — or just petty?

– Does he truly believe his claims, or is he simply afraid of being forgotten?

– Does he really remember the fair — or did he imagine it on the way down?

– Does tyranny arise not from power, but from wounded nostalgia?