The Flames of Passion Part III

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After my dear little Elf became an Ethereal Master, and I one as well, we went our separate ways. I took other lovers, mostly Vistaduro Ethereal Masters like myself, but after I become a Disciple...well, it's kind of hard to have a lover when you don't even have a body (not that it stopped me, but the tale of my former teacher and I after my Discipleship is a long story, and one that I shall try to write later).

After the death of Milnov Feylin, my teacher, I wreaked havoc on Mernac and then, when my mood calmed, I retreated to the Ethereal Fire Plane except for those times when Father Elsen required me to perform some errand. One day, though, I felt like wandering and so I went to visit Mernac. I can only perceive my Ethereal element on Mernac, but I can communicate with Elsen's other Disciples. Although I love my sister, Anemo, dearly, on this day I wanted to visit with Goran. He and I have worked together to ensure that the flora of Mernac florises again in those areas that bore the brunt of my foul moods.

Instead of finding Goran, as I wandered Mernac I found a Vistaduro Ethereal Master nearly dead from Elemental exhaustion, but still conscious as he lay in a cave. He knew who I was, but then I imagine all Ethereal Masters recognize when the Disciple that controls their particular Element is close by. It also was no surprise that he was a little frightened by my presence -- what can I say, when one periodically tortures Ethereal Masters word spreads. I tried to communicate to him through Ethereal Fire that I meant him no harm and only wanted to help, but I don't think he quite believed me.

I fed Ethereal Fire to him slowly, not to prolong his suffering but because being force-fed the Elements isn't any more pleasant than if I forced Koomba Treats down your throat as fast as I could. Eventually he began communicating with me via the Element that we shared, and he believed that I did not intend to torture him...at least not on that day.