No prompt used.
The embers were still hot even though everything around it was days old. Magic.
There was a fire mage or a dragon on the loose, although it was already days away. If it was a dragon, it could already be hundreds of kilometers away if it had flown.
The hunter growled. He would catch this being, no matter who or what it was.
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N. WS. Jokela, more commonly known as WindySilver, is a Finnish programmer and a hobbyist artist fighting a war against procrastination on the losing side. When her free time is not taken up by things like reading, procrastination, video games, watching series or more procrastination, she mainly writes sci-fi fanfiction and original flash fiction of various genres. While she dabbles in a lot of things ranging from digital art to jewelry to plants to whatever catches her interest, writing is her persistent forte.
You should not give her yet another crazy flash fiction challenge to take part in because she simply cannot say "no" to it.
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