Blaze: Celebrator of Life 
Blaze really didn’t have a mortal life on
Kridxen.
She is the unborn child of Ahsitar of Oxili. Ahsitar was a
casualty
of an invasion on the island of Mejhe. Ahsitar bravely walked out
under
a white flag into the advancing army to speak peace. The cruel
army
cut her down and continued their advance unto the defenseless city.
Now it happened that Cyndahl was watching this
massacre
to happen and decided to intervene.
As the army neared Oxili the earth split open before
them
in a circle 8 times larger than necessary around the town. A
molten
wall shot up towards the sky from the rift. Cyndahl simply stared
coldly
at the advancing army which made them slow to a complete stop, and then
she
spoke.
Cyndahl cast her seeds upon them with a harsh word
and
they erupted into dead vines to hold them steadfast. Another word
past
her lips and the slain woman’s form was lifted up by her hips and a
light
emanated all around her as if animated by the goddess’s hand still
outstretched
from the seed casting.
And then the light from her form concentrated into
one
single shaft reaching towards the sun, and the sun retaliated.
The
woman’s body quite literally burst into a rather large fireball that
then
settled down into a more comprehendible form.
Her body fell to it’s knees and she looked up at the
dry
field of thorns and wailing people. She had felt her mother’s
last
heartbeat, her own mother had died before she could even nurse. This
much
was apparent, these people were evil. The warriors had no choice
but
to cover their ears as her scream echoed off the face of the
surrounding
mountains. Her fire-colored wings sent sparks absolutely
everywhere.
The grass burned, the trees burned, the thorns
burned,
the ground burned, the flesh burned, the bone burned, the ash burned,
and
the evil burned…
After it
was all finished Blaze collapsed in a heap.
Cyndahl steped down from the molten wall and walked across the ash and
char
to the crying woman with the infantile mind. With a gentle caress
Cyndahl
brought Blaze’s eyes up to her own and gave a kind smile.
Cynahl said in her most motherly voice, “My child, I
know
you are scared. Know this, though you may be alone, you will
always
have a mother in me.”
A small smile touched her lips and they both walked
off.
It took several years for Blaze to open her gateway
to
her dimention of Ember.
Blaze has always been seen as the child of the
elemental
sisters possibly because she’s given new life every year. Cyndahl
becomes
pregnant with Blaze sometime during the middle of spring and gives
birth
to her at the end of the season.
Blaze works on laziness and good times. She
has
matured significantly since her conception but her values have stayed
the
same; if it feels good do it. Her book can be read in a few
hours,
basically rules of do and don’ts, even then they’re superfluous
things.
For example, rule no. 3, only do things that are safe. What is
safe
to some people may be dangerous to others. There’s about a
paragraph
at the end of the book that explains that these rules shouldn’t be
dwelled
upon, they’re just guidelines. If you’re truly a follower of
blaze,
you’ll know what’s right and wrong already, you don’t need a book to
tell
you.