Fury: Volume I by jdill at Inkitt

Story Notes

Fury is a deeply personal, mythic tale about a hero caught between who she is and what she’s been told she is. The protagonist, who calls herself Fury, is a living embodiment of fire and wind, born into a village where some people have a supernatural connection to the earth. She’s a Kateri, a human with elemental power.

This is a story about the intersection of personal power, environmental destruction, and the corrosive nature of unchecked greed. It’s a story of a woman learning to embrace her most powerful, and often misunderstood, self to save her world. It’s about the fierce journey of a hero who must burn through her own pain to become the force of nature she was always meant to be.

Summary

I believe finding true courage took chasing my loneliness to the edge of isolation and destruction. In that desolate place of darkness and confusion, I learned my own worth. The source of my power is a giant, blazing and deep red heart. Beating. Beaming. I am alive with rage, love, intuition, guilt, vulnerability and hope. None can exist without the other. I fight without armor. My most powerful weapon is my ability to burn fiercely. To spread across the paths forged by my own self-destruction, as well as those paved by my greatest enemy, whose name we all know, but have yet to learn. I am Fury. I am what it is to burn.

Genre: Fantasy

Author: jdill

Status: Complete

Chapters: 11

Rating: n/a

Age Rating: 16+

1

What name can I use? I gotta pick one you’ll pay attention to. The right name can burn into memories. The wrong one can easily disappear, as if the named never existed. I can burn and disappear, so I need a name that fits both... Got it. I remember one that was given to my

Greek sisters. One that painted them in the all too familiar stereotype. But the stereotype wasn’t them. It never is. They were powerful. The epitome of pure will materialized.

Fierce.

Their name fits me too. I burn when I desire. I disappear when I please. I choose when and how you see me. And that’s the real power. My power to choose. And now, I choose to burn fiercely and forcefully enough that you’ll open your eyes. A fire you can’t help but be consumed by. A flame you desire to hold in the palm of your hand, just like I do.

Call me Fury.

I am fire and wind because they are the essence of creation. I think too many artists and moguls forgot that truth along the way. We are the creators. But props to the liars for their sharp manipulation tactics that desperately shadowed the truth of our power so that we were fooled into believing we were weak.

But fire and wind never truly can BE weak. We simply believed temporarily that we were candles and the breeze. Sources of convenient comfort. But this story isn’t really about those lies. Being and believing are two very different things. It’s when we learn to do both that we find our victory. And this story is the beginning and end of mine.