AMARA’S POV

I always imagined Black Fire Lands to be similar to an ancient desert. No trees, no green grass, no life.

Nothing.

Just dry lands and death.

But as I sat atop this hill with my arms wrapped around my knees, I came to realize how terribly wrong I was.

Despite the curse that was rapidly spreading through its farmlands, Black Fire still managed to retain a serene semblance. One might find it hard to believe that this land, these people are all dying.

It made me wonder what it ...