Fury: Volume I

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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.