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A quick notice: this was written based on a reference. There is a link in the description below; I recommend taking a look at it to ensure a complete experience.

I am lost. That fact is pretty much clear by now. Stumbling forwards in the rampaging blizzard, I look up, trying to find my bearings, but the monotone, white landscape tells little beyond the obvious. Around me, dunes of thickly-packed snow covers the rocky landscape of the surrounding mountain-scape, which would have been blinding from the sun’s light were it not for the copious amounts of snow flying around in the air all over the place, constantly forcing my left hand to struggle lest the wind wanders off with my brand new, white hat.

Stiff from the cold, my other hand relentlessly grips the green-tinted map it holds, despite it having long-since been rendered useless since I haven’t the slightest clue where I am. Right now, I am truly regretting going out with only a thin, white lab coat serving as a jacket. Albeit it was sunny and quite hot when I left, and I did not exactly stop to think things through, nor did I check the weather forecast, so really I have only myself to blame for my current predicament. With the violent snowfall blocking any sight beyond about a dozen-or-so meters, any direction is as good as any other, and so I continue pulsing through the snow around my feet, hoping to get out of here before I freeze to death.

Within the depths of snow, time has no meaning, and in my eyes, everything looks the same. It could very well be the third time I walk past the same snow-dune, and with the heavy wind I would be none the wiser. My limbs are stiff from the cold, and I’ve involuntarily started to shake slightly as my body struggles to keep me from becoming yet another clump of ice amongst many others. I need to find shelter; the elements are tireless, and my body will give out eventually if it is not granted respite from the harsh cold.

Oddly, my prayers are answered almost immediately, as an orange-tinted, warm light becomes visible in the distance. Slowly, I stumble closer, the wind blowing in my dark-brown hair as if making a last attempt to end my life. As I approach, a brown-grey cliff wall becomes visible, towering up in front of me. In it, there is an opening; the entrance to a cave from within the light emerges, casting itself in a fiery red glow against the interior rock. I call out, but receive no reply. My second attempt befalls the same fate. Either my voice is drowned out or it is simply not heralded.

Undeterred, I continue my stumble through the snow, refusing to give up now that I am so close. The last dune of fresh snow falls aside, and I stumble into the dry, surprisingly not freezing cave. In fact, as a stark contrast to the fury of the outside cold, the air in the cave is rather... warm. After stopping to catch my breath for a moment, I look up to behold the source of the light... and my heart skips a beat.

There was a flame. Detachedly, the golden-red fire hovered in the air, looking as for all intents and purposes like the centrepiece of some strange art exhibition. It clearly defies all logic, hovering as it is without any fuel to sustain it, and as such my own scientific curiosity is immediately enkindled despite the situation. I approach and, though my senses are screaming at me to pull back before I burn myself, I stretch my hand out...

...and the fire explodes. The moment I touch it, it is as if an invisible barrier is broken, and suddenly the mysterious little flame becomes a raging inferno out for blood. Before I can even blink, my forearms are completely engulfed by the flames; I cry out in both terror and pain as the searing heat courses across my flesh, turning my clothing into so much ash as the fire proceeds to swallow my body whole. Before long, I am completely enveloped by it, my entire body screaming in indescribable agony as I am roasted in my entirety. My clothes and hair are long gone as my skin turns into a burnt crust ready to crumble at the slightest touch, and yet, for some inexplicable reason, I am not dead.

The fire is not satiated with merely burning me on the outside. Flowing in through every orifice it can find, the inferno consumes my organs with unbelievable viciousness and efficiency, leaving nothing untouched. Soon, they are gone, the fire having lit my very being aflame and left my body feeling like an empty shell, my voice inoperable. Then, the changes start.

It begins at my face. It seems minor at first; the crust that once was my nose begins to fall away, revealing the fire beneath, which feels strangely cool, or at least not agonisingly hot, unlike the rest of my body. I do not even stop to think about how I can even feel the fire in the first place, as the sensation starts to spread. It moves outwards, the blackened crust that is, or more like was me crumbling away and leaving that very same, cool feeling in its wake. ‘Is this how it feels to be dead?’ – The thought comes unbidden to my mind, somehow managing to weave itself past the mind-crushing pain of being used as flame fuel.

The train of thought gets no further, as the odd feeling reaches my scalp, already encompassing most of my face. It elicits a very prickly, almost tingling sensation, and I can feel something growing out of it. Again, I am completely unable to see what is going on with my face, but it almost feels like… hair?

The sensations progress through the rest of my head, easing the screaming pain a bit more with each moment and eliciting a most odd, growth-like feeling in my ears, before continuing down my neck. I can feel my new hair waving about wildly in the firestorm, and briefly I almost think it flickers past my eyes, but I never get a good look at it, what with the speed it’s at. The sensations proceed downwards, and my shoulders crack closer together in a spray of ash, my arms shrinking, becoming more petite and elegant yet still quite well-trained. The digits on my hands grow thinner as the layer of ash crumbles away, my hands feeling generally smaller.

A purple gem flickers into existence on my chest, and through the pain I feel my very being floating into the small object, concentrating my very being within it. It is a decidedly odd sensation that leaves me gaping in wordless shock, completely at a loss for words or any sound at all, for that matter.

The fire’s effect changes its path, my toes being the next targets for its power. The entirety of my feet crumble away, leaving them smaller and more slender. The sensation rapidly carries itself up my legs, blowing away the ash and leaving the limbs cool-feeling in its wake. It reaches my hips, and they burst outwards in a shower of black particles which swiftly fly off into the surrounding inferno, disappearing in the chaos.

The feeling passes across my groin, leaving a conspicuous, empty feeling between my thighs, before continuing upwards. My waist shoots inwards, thinning as my back cracks up, leaving me with that very same, hourglass-like figure which people always seem to envy, before running up my stomach, smoothening it out. The feeling from the upper parts enkindle again, and together the two meet on my chest, forming a pair of shapely mounds there as the last of the ash is blown off my front.

Whilst the mysterious, cooling sensation busies itself with the small of my back, and the left mound still in the process of finishing its form, burning sensations begin to trail all over my body, forming quite odd patterns. However, that is the last thing on my mind right now; a lock of pure flame falls down in front of my eyes, and I can do nothing but stare. Hair. Fire. What?

My expression is one of stunned shock, blended with a hint of pain due to the fiery trails, as I simply stare into the fiery hair that is now part of me, and though I know the whole thing to be impossible, the fact is right in front of my face. What have I become?!

The last of my old body crumbles away behind me, and the patters continue to burn their way across my new body in a steady, deliberate pace, but my mind is, in complete contrast to my flaming body, simply frozen. Like a clock without clockwork, it’s simply standing still, unable to assimilate what it knows with what is happening.

The burning trails finally cease, and I take a shuddering breath, my new body obeying my commands without hesitation. I myself, however, am more hesitant, trying to pull up the courage to look down. Eventually, I sneak a hesitant peak, but once I start looking, I just can’t look away.

My body is that of fire and flame, visibly radiating heat in the same manner as the inferno above me. On my chest rests a pair of well-shaped mounds befitting my now-female figure, and before I know it, I am bent over to see the whole thing. My hands come up to my face, feeling its feminine shapes; a pointed jaw, a petite nose and long, pointed ears mounted to its sides (though come to think of it, that last part isn’t particularly feminine as much as it is elven). Across my body, all the way from my left foot which is practically covered in the stuff to my very skull, elegant patterns spread out in a deep, dark red colour,  contrasting against the more orange-like skin around it. I see the purple, shining gem on my chest, feeling my being pulse forth from it, and whilst I study it, I can feel a teary sensation pooling in my eyes, except no liquid comes forth, and I just know that my eyes are now undergoing that very same process as what befell the rest of my body. However, as I stare down onto my new physical form, I can’t help but feel as though I am… beautiful.

Once the notion appears, I can’t seem to dispel it. Despite my horror and shock at the events which just took place, I can’t help but feel a sense of rightness, as if this was meant to happen all along. I feel as if I belong in this new form; it feels more right than anything I’ve ever experienced before in my meagre existence.

A smile forms on my face as I come to the realization that maybe, this wasn’t all bad. That, in fact, this was a great event, a happy memory, a promise for better times ahead. Tentatively, I take a step forward, surprised to find a sense of solidity as I step across the floor of flame beneath me. With my left hand, I push my hair aside, separating it from the flames on which I step, and for a moment, as it flickers past my right arm, fire and limb becomes one, and I can suddenly feel the flame there as if it were a part of me. My smile grows as a new confidence shines in my eyes. Not bad at all…
This was written heavily inspired by a work by :iconibenz009:
The work in question can be found here: ibenz009.deviantart.com/art/Co…
Honestly, the guy is incredibly talented, and really does deserve your attention far more than I do; his newer works are amazingly well done.
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NYC5456's avatar

I must say this was such a good read