"How peculiar," The dwarf slightly adjusts his position on the throne: "Another?"
"Indeed," The Fire Keeper replies: "And a Pyromancer too."
"This ash sure is special," The dwarf chuckles: "People of all manner claiming to be in her service to repay a debt."
"She rescued them," The Fire Keeper answers: "May they assist the Ashen One in her journey."
"Do you think she will succeed?" The dwarf asks: "Or fail like the countless ashes before her?"
"Only time will tell," The Fire Keeper says as the bonfire, with a sword inserted in the middle, emits a fog.
"Welcome home, Ashen One," The Fire Keeper bows as Sunset emerges from the dust.
"What is up?" Sunset replies as sparkles of fire flee from her body.
"Ashen One, I cannot see," The Fire Keeper says politely: "Is something on the roof bothering you?"
"That's not what I mean," Sunset chuckles nervously: "It's a common form of greeting used among my people. Never mind that, is the old man with a blindfold here yet?"
"He is waiting for you," The Fire Keeper replies.
"Ok, thank you," Sunset leaves hastily.
"She's not alright," The dwarf comments as Sunset disappears from his eyesight: "She was sweating profusely, and the sparks of flame grew strong."
"Lord Ludleth, if I may," The Fire Keeper asks: "What does that entail?"
"Hard to say," The dwarf shrugs: "Undead like herself should not be sweating at all."
"Is she well?" The Fire Keeper asks.
"Only time will tell," Ludleth says, his mind wandering off.
"Ah, there you are! Sunset of Canterlot," An old man with blindfolds greets Sunset: "I wish to express my gratitude."
"Cornyx!" Sunset forces a smile on her face as droplets of sweat drip down her face: "I've brought a tome for you, can you teach me?"
"Of course," Cornyx takes the book: "Are you unwell? You seem to be sweating quite a bit!"
"I'm fine," Sunset pants for air: "Really!"
"If you say so," Cornyx opens the tome, yet still paying attention to Sunset: "This tome contains the Pyromancy of the Great Swamp, and it will serve as a foundation to all other Pyromancies you will learn."
"Un-huh," Sunset nods in agreement, taking a seat in front of her newfound teacher while wiping her face.
"To learn Pyromancy, however, you will need a flame of your own," Cornyx puts the book aside as a tiny tone of flame emerges from his right hand: "Now, show me your right hand."
"Sure," Sunset lifts her right hand; her chest feels tight, as if there's something is going to burst out.
"Very well," Cornyx comments as his hand touches Sunset's, and the flame starts to duplicate: "It will burn a little."
"Ok," Sunset replies as a slight burning sensation shoots up from her hand and reaches down to her heart. All feeling of discomfort vanished as the mysterious energy within her now sings in unison with the flame. Then, she had a vision: a lady in hoods holding a spark of flame.
"What is the name of Gwyn..." Cornyx's jaw drops as he sees the flame in Sunset's palm: it is not the usual fire used by a Pyromancy. It's denser, darker, and yet burns more intensely.
"Wow!" Sunset's eyes open wide in amazement.
The pair stared at the flame for a bit before Cornyx shifts his full attention to Sunset and saw a pair of pupils belonging only to a demon. There's no question to it; the newly born flame has somehow mutated into a flame of chaos, the one wielded by only the demons and the witches of chaos. Is his student somehow a witch of chaos? If so, why is she learning from him, a common Pyromancy whose power originates from her? Is this a test? Has she somehow lost her memory over the years of excel? There's no way. No one, not even the witches, can survive the blade of time itself. That only brings the question: Who is Sunset of Canterlot?
"Lady Sunset," Cornyx withdraws his hand and takes on a more cautious and polite tone: "Have you any sisters?"
"I don't," Fascinate by her experience, Sunset's eyes are still focused on the flame in her hands: "By the way, do you happen to know a lady Pyromancer with hoods?"
"Indeed," Cornyx replies: "That is the Witch of Izalith, Godmother of Pyromancy, and mother to the witches of chaos."
"That's cool!" Sunset says, eyes still focused on the dancing flame: "Can we get started now?"
"Of course, my lady," Cornyx slowly stands up; his mind goes into overdrive to process the situation: "The first trick is to toss a fireball."
"Right," Sunset gets back on her feet: "Is there a specific way to do it?"
"Concentrate on the flame," Cornyx makes a fist, swings his hand forward, and tosses a small fireball at a piece of a brick wall, leaving a burnt mark: "And imagine a sphere being formed within your palm."
"Ok," Once Princess Celestia's prized student and a powerful unicorn, casting a simple spell such as this one should be easy for Sunset. Yet, instead of a small fireball, Sunset created a giant orb of chaos flame, which leaves a residue of lava on the wall.
"Oh, my," Cornyx looks at the wall in disbelief: "How very strange."
"Bluh!" Before hearing a compliment from her teacher, Sunset suddenly felt a splitting headache and vomits on the ground.
"Oh my..." Now attention on his new student, Cornyx could only watch as lava pours out of Sunset's mouth.
"Help me..." Sunset murmurs as claws start to form on the tip of her fingers.
"There!" Cornyx takes a ring out of his pocket and puts it on Sunset's finger swiftly as the girl's skin slowly turns red.
"Thank you," Sunset says, trying to catch her breath.
"This is a Ring of Great Swamp," Cornyx explains, helping his student to sit down: "Your power is out of control! It would be wise to refrain from using Pyromancy in battle."
"Truly," Sunset coughs: "What happened?"
"The history of Pyromancy is the history of Izalith," Cornyx continues: "When the First Flame weakens, the Witch of Izalith sought to create her own. The result is a flame so power, and so unstable that the Witch was turned into a tree, a bed of chaos, and the demonkind was born."
"Is there a way to get this flame under control?" Sunset looks at her hand.
"Seek the abandoned city of Izalith, buried deep with the tomb of Lord Wolnir," Cornyx says: "There you can find the witch's ring and staff; before that, you must not use the power of the flame."
"Lest I become a demon myself," Sunset messages her temples: "I'll keep that in mind."
"The witch's relics may keep your flame under control," Cornyx says: "And will help you to channel its' strength."
"Wait, it's not to restrain my power?" Sunset asks.
"No," Cornyx smiles: "Uncontrollable it may be, your flame is less powerful than the most. However, with proper training, you may be the first Pyromancer to use the flame of chaos."
"Can I master it?" Once a master magician herself, Sunset consider the possibility.
"What is wrong with me..." Sunset looks at her hands while leaving.
Unbeknown to Sunset, her experience as a unicorn and transformation as a demon mutated the flame in a world where magic exists. With proper training, Sunset may harness enough strength to tame the flame that once killed the great witch. However, the way ahead is long.