MELITA
The world billowed and churned; and the refuge she’d craved, the Monster Hunters she’d joined, pledged, and promised to, seared and smoldered around them. She wanted to take a moment just to glimpse upon it one last time, one last moment, swallowing down the tears, the useless, inept sentiments devouring her whole – she was nothing now, not in the face of the blaze. Instead, the youth could only oblige with the rest of them as the herd began to leave, as she trickled in amongst their glowing glory, as she continued to sing and sing and hum and hum, striving to keep them calm as they began their pilgrimage towards the Temple, towards more safety, more sanctums.She's so hard to please
But she's a forest fire
But she's a forest fire