Tetsura

“Don’t get too close. The plant on their head is the only thing keeping those embers from becoming an inferno.” Tetsura stood on the stone steps of Waterfall City, knuckles white where they gripped the railing, watching the fishing boats below. The fire on their back was a constant, searing heat, a memory of the day the docks were attacked. Before that, they were just a guard. But when Yogiku was cornered by Soul Chasers, a rage Tetsura never knew they possessed erupted into flame. They saved Yogiku, but burned half the pier in the process. The promotion to General felt like a cruel joke. Yogiku found the small, resilient plant by the rapids, insisting it would bring them peace. It helps. But every time the wind blows, Tetsura feels the embers stir, terrified of the power that saved their love and could destroy everything else.