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Sound

The sound made the wind even colder

The blistering air never stopped it only ever intensified

The very rare times when the wind would stop, when the sound would be gone, the flower would start feeling warmer. It started to realise, the wind was not cold, it wasn't fast cold air, it was warm and cold, a mix. But the times when there was no wind at all the flower realised.

Realised that not just its petals but all of it turned to flames

The coldness intensified after that realisation.

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Next was vision, not sight

The flower could feel the stuff around it now, not just the other flowers, which had plummeted in number now maybe at thousands.

It could visualise the air

It. No. Not it. I could visualise it, I could feel it, What I did not know then but I know now, the aura. The aura in the air I could feel it.

It flowed in the air, in the wind, in everything. I hated it. It clashed against me. The stronger winds also had more aura that hurt me more.

I tried to stop it. Slowly over the years I was failing. Slowly going towards my death. Each wind was taking me closer and closer

I tried

Tried to resist the aura, the air

Again

Again

Again

Again

Again

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Until finally I resisted. I stopped it.

It was not how I had imagined to stop it

I stopped it in my own body

It resisted against my control

I tried swallowing it

It annoyed me

To my old surprise. Was it surprise? I remember it but I don't know if I even had a mind back then or was it instinct or just luck.

Luck is a skill though

Anyways from that day I learned it

Taste

The taste of aura was my favourite thing at the time

I swallowed

More

And

More

More

More

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Maybe that was when I first developed an emotion

Hunger

Hunger for more

The wind wasn't enough anymore

My entire body always burned now

Stronger than in the past when there was no wind

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Again after a long time I discovered something new

Sight

I could see all around me

I could see myself

My flames burned the ground me

Well would it could as the ground

I was on a island floating in the sky

That was why the wind was so strong and never ending

The island was only a mile long

With a waterfall

It took me a while to realise at that time

But that island was a flower, used to be one.

I discovered it later but I wasn't the first flower of my kind I was a seedling

A seedling that landed on a floating rock that was a different kind of flower. Not just me but the waterfall as well

It was strong

The water flowing out of it was never ending

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For the first time my roots grew and I discovered a new delicacy

The essence of other flowers

Well it was not a flower anymore but a the essence of a being who would turn into a low tier creature

I wasn't dying because of the winds

I was dying because of the rock

It was feeding on my essence

But it didn't know

Didn't know how to get the aura from the air

The rock resisted

Looking back maybe that was my greatest opponent

I fought it for an endless amount of time

Until finally when I was the winner

The floating rock stayed and the damned water but the essence of the rock was gone now.

The rock now moved according to my will

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My fire slowly spread

Covering the rock

Except the spot of the water

We clashed but I was never strong enough

Just like the wind let me grow

My fire let the water grow

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That bastard's voice was always so annoying

I could tell it thought it was better than me

I couldn't swallow his essence but I knew he would taste disgusting anyways

That is also when I first learned to speak

We didn't say words like how we would in the future

We communicated through aura

Slowly learnt what each movement of aura meant

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After even more time

I started to move the rock

It would have taken more time but that bastard had taken control of half the rock

Well at least it had helped me move at the time

My flames propelled my side up

His endless waterfall pushed his side up

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It was only after we reached the peak of a mountain

The tallest mountain in my ol.. in the world that I realised. I realised more rock existed below. More land.

After getting down the flames and water spread. I devoured countless. After devouring for a long time I learnt that I would absorb what they had learnt. I kept the useful skills and discarded the rest.

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After devouring more and more

I grew stronger

I started to change

I still don't understand fully why I changed the way I did was it because of me being so high. Was it because I burned brighter than any other of my flower species even in my circumstances. Was it because the first thing I absorbed was something that flew.

I don't know

But I changed

The flower disappeared

All the roots and petals, my entire body became pure flames.

I rose higher and higher

Until my shape started to form

My body become symmetrical in both sides

It became a shape perfect for flying

A Phoenix

A Red Phoenix

A Flame Phoenix

Just like me the bastard also because a Phoenix after me

Copied me

After changing I crashed. I fell straight down

It didn't hurt, my flames just dispersed

It took me a long time to learn to understand my new form

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After a long long time

When I had learnt even more, devoured more, I discovered it. The rift

It was an odd thing

It wasn't made out of essence it was pure aura

Just like the other things I met I knew it would teleport me but it felt wrong

It didn't feel like my being was supposed to see it or go through it

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