The Realm of Fire was unlike any other realm. Whoever ruled it had to be strong and have a lot of themselves to give. Fire is an amazing power. It gives warmth and light, and it also burns anything that touches it. It consumes everything, allowing smoke to rise in the sky as solid objects burn to ash.
The Realm was not and is not inhabitable for humans without extraordinary magical measures. The denizens of the plane were all some level of fire creature with Fire Elementals being the strongest most influential creature in the realm.
For many melenia the realm existed on the collective raw power the denizens possessed. The citizens power was used to power the realm and in turn, the realms power would strengthen its citizens. There were times the fire blazed in the heart of the realm, and there were times the fire had dwindled down to embers, but the realm always remained.
Fights broke out between leading families for power and control, but no victor stayed on top for too long. The Fire Realm had been unchecked, the power had a will of its own, and eventually it had caused some problems for other realms and Earth.
This went on and on. Nobody knew what to do. How do you go to an uninhabitable plane and tell the embodiment of fire to stop burning, stop shining so brightly, stop consuming everything you touch? You don’t reason with fire. You manage it, contain it, extinguish it, or you become it.
It took a woman, who never knew her parents, with a gift for nature magic to take on this challenge. The woman was an outcast, called an abomination, born with horns on her head, scales on her body, and claws for nails. It wasn’t until much later she developed wings, a tail, and could breathe fire. Never truly knowing who she was and having nothing left to lose, she faced the flames! It took water spells to slow the fire, ice spells to stall it longer, eventually the blaze weakened and it was manageable.
The woman that became a fire breathing dragon went to the source of the problem. There in the ashes was a small, glowing, burning heart that pulsed with magical power. Looking down, the dragon, with all her knowledge of nature magic, knew what it was. It was the Heart of the Realm. It was the power of this place. It needed to be harnessed and controlled. It needed a host.
The dragon consumed the Heart of the Realm and was instantly fused with the realm. She could feel the surge of fire power growing inside her. She was the strongest fire breathing dragon alive! She became linked to this realm for all eternity in that moment. She could feel its pulse, its energy, its residents. She and the realm were one united heartbeat.
The powerful dragon, without any known lineage, claimed her power and her name, Charlotte Fireheart, queen and heart of the Fire Realm.
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