Part of her

Two figures huddled behind a rock, staring through goggled eyes at the smouldering crater where even now a fiery light bloomed.

The flaming lioness emerged, her mane sharp rays of brightest light. Each of her mighty pawsteps left ash in its wake, but she paused frequently to sniff the air, and seemed cautious of where she placed her enormous paws.

‘That’s the sun?’

‘Part of her. Every year, she visits.’

‘And we must protect her.’


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