FireWings
Legacy Name: FireWings

Dear Journal,

Once, I was just a pup like any other. I felt the crunch of autumn leaves under my paws. The wind’s laughter danced around me in the harvest fields. My heart was full of curiosity. Then, everything changed with the fire. A wildfire swept through my forest, consuming all in its path. I should have been lost. But the fire chose me. It didn’t burn me. Instead, it embraced me. It whispered, “Rise.”

When I opened my eyes, my fur glowed with flames, but I felt no pain. My breath sparkled with heat, and my howl echoed with the voice of fire. I transformed from a simple Telenine into something new. My fire wasn’t meant for destruction. It brings warmth, not devastation. Those who emerge from the blaze, weary or scarred, find my flames wrap around them like wings, soothing their hurt. Burns heal; fear fades.

The wildfire gifted me this power, and I promised never to let it consume me. Each autumn, I wander to the Fireside. Families gather around bonfires, their laughter rising like sparks. I don’t sit at the center; I linger at the edges, offering warmth to those shivering in the dark. Children whisper that if you see me by the fire, fear of the night will vanish.

I also make time for the Autumn Dragon of Veta and her little ones. They wait by the stalls, often hungry and forgotten. I share food with them—apples, roasted nuts, and warm bread fresh from the oven. Their eyes shine like embers, and I feel a bond with the fire inside me.

Some say I share a spark with the great Red Rreign, his ember passed on so that no winter leaves Subeta helpless again. I can’t say if that’s true. What I do know is that I cherish the harvest season, the scent of woodsmoke and cinnamon, and the comfort of fire without fear.

I am FireWings. The wildfire didn’t end my journey; it gave me purpose. I am warmth. I am healing. And wherever there are embers, you will find me.