But she grew old.
Time binds all. This much she knew. She had sensed the boy some time ago, tasted his power. The urge to slake her evil thirst was almost unbearable. It was all she could do to hold her own instinctive will to absorb him in check.
No. She sought a different destiny for this one. She sought not a meal, nor a victim.
She sought a student.
The fire feeder purred to herself. A baby. A killer. Trained and schooled in her skill and understanding of death, but taught restraint and control.
He had shown that his power could be reigned in. A trait that the fire feeder herself found almost impossible.
If he had failed to control himself, the fire feeder would have murdered him, and the entire settlement.
She purred a soot ridden coo to herself, the depth of her insanity comforting her...
No. She would wait. She would creep, and cajole, and capture his heart.
Then she would make him immortal.
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