The next morning at sunrise
The first light of dawn painted the skies in soft gold and amber.
A calm hush fell over the entire Flame Beast Tribe. The fires that normally roared in defense now burned with gentle warmth.
Flowers woven with fire-petals lined the paths leading to the Sacred Flame Grove, where the wedding would take place.
The villagers gathered quietly, dressed in robes of red, orange, and white.
Children sat cross-legged near the front, whispering with excitement. Warriors stood tall with pride.
In the center of the grove stood a wide circle of sacred stones, with fire beasts standing around its edge.
Flame Deers, Ember Foxes, and even a mighty Fire Tiger—all standing silently.
The Fire Elder raised his hand. A deep, rhythmic drumbeat began.
From the eastern path, Jean stepped forward.
She wore a beautiful wedding dress handwoven by the elder women of the tribe. It shimmered in layers of red, gold, and silver.
