All that could be seen for miles was the light of the flames. The Skylords had been relentless; their secret had gone on too long. They were going to be burnt to crisps. They were going to die. They would be erased from history.
But that's not what fate had in mind.
They stood in the middle of a meadow; fire spread quickly around them, swallowing each and every tree in it's path of terror. Their town was in the middle of nowhere; hundreds of miles from any civilization, and even surrounded by three rivers. Two originated from a fork at the top, then the other cut through them both. Thus, the fire couldn't spread. This town wasn't supposed to exist. This town wouldn't exist for long.
They kept silent as they watched their lives burn. Screams were distant and broken by the crackling fire spreading quickly towards them. The right of the two girls, Daisy, covered her mouth with her hands; she stood a few inches shorter than her counterpart, with sandy, curly, and shoulder-length hair and round green eyes on a freckled body, naturally warm skin kissed by the sun. The sun she feared she'd never see again. Her white sundress billowed in the wind, and the aptly gifted daisy flower crown she'd once worn had been taken long before and tossed into the fire.
Her starkly different friend Luna, on her opposite side, stood completely still. She was shocked beyond belief; tears had welled up in her thin, coal-black eyes, and the light of the fire showed the bluish pigment in her wavy black hair, which spilt down her snow-skinned body like she was being drenched in darkness. Luna was the taller of the two, shaped less plump and hourglass and more like a pear. Her dress was a lovely navy blue, and the soft fabric was loose against her skin, furthering itself from her body as she collapsed to her knees beside Daisy. She wept tears that threatened to burn through her skin like acid. She tried to scream, but the sound of choking on her own impending death was too much. Luna's hands fell instinctively to the grass, gripping it as she watched the fire inch closer. She didn't dare blink; fear was taking control of her body now.
"D-Daisy," She said, without removing her gaze from the fire, and swallowed the lump in her throat. The lump of blunt razors, slicing her apart. "We're gonna die, aren't we?"
Daisy dropped to the ground too; instead of the grass, however, she dug her already filthy nails into the soil. Luna could tell she was trying to ground herself, trying to calm herself, but that wasn't happening. Daisy ripped her hands from the dried soil and threw the dirt she's gathered down, slamming the side of her balled fist on it. Her hands moved quickly to her hair, pulling it, and the tears in her eyes began to flow. Luna inched closer, as close as she could, wishing at that moment that they could merge. That they could be one, and exist together.
Luna grabbed Daisy's hands, now shuffling to the front of the shattered girl, lacing their fingers together. Daisy looked up, and felt the heat against the bottoms of her bare feet; the fire engulfed the last bit of space behind Luna. In that moment, Daisy agreed unconsciously. She wanted to merge; maybe then she could protect Luna. Luna, now the only person she had left.
Luna, the one who's nose was suddenly against her's. She gazed deeply in to her best friend's eyes, foreheads and noses fitting perfectly together, like they were the missing puzzle pieces. They both cried, and the white light they first assumed to be the fire's enveloped them. Everything was white; an abyss of pure light and bliss. Each thought they were dead, a painless way to go, and so they closed their eyes. The energy surrounding them used all of it's force to rip them apart, as if they were made of Velcro, but their bond was stronger than it.
Hours passed by in merely seconds. The light changed to a pitch black void around them, and they both opened their instinctively closed eyes, blinking to get rid of the balls of light invading their vision. Once they faded, the void turned out to be the real world; it'd become night time, and the singed soil was covered in ashes as dark as a black hole. They dropped their hands to their own sides, suddenly feeling a wave of loss and weakness. They seemed to have already pulled their faces away, but the more interesting part was how they'd survived.
Surrounding them was a ring. It protected both of them perfectly, fitting them inside as if that was it's only purpose. On the outside were the blackened ashes, but on the inside, Daisy managed to pick a white tulip, one without even a trace of ash or gunpowder. Even blades of grass once close enough to touch had been separated by the ring.