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// Entry 2: Unfortunately, this story isn't over yet. 
// Story: Bound Elemental 
// by Kendallonian 
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Hello, it’s me again, Emerald Flare. No, I haven’t escaped yet. Sorry to disappoint.

Twilight has read my previous entry and came back with several questions; I figured I’d use this time to address a few of them in hopes that someone will finally see that I’ve done nothing wrong.

No, I didn’t have a name as another formless Elemental in a fiery void. There wasn’t exactly much use for identifying each other when it was basically understood that nothing mattered except getting things to keep burning. Emerald flare was the name Starlight gave me after a lengthy discussion on whether to call me that or Incandescence. Twilight came up with that second one; no offense to the wordy purple pony, but it was a bit of a mouthful. 

I wouldn’t have minded “Ember”, but apparently that name is taken by the lord of some faraway dragon nation that visits here occasionally. Maybe she’d see my side of things. It doesn’t hurt to hope, I suppose.

Sparks, moving in this form is exhausting. That’s another joy of my time here; I can get tired. When I was free, I could zip around lighting everything on fire and be just fine for eons on end; the simple  act of igniting the world fed me back, giving me all the energy I’d need. Now I’m limited to what these ponies give me; Usually just a log every few hours during the day. 

By the way, If you’re reading this, Twilight, I could stand a little variety in my fuel; I tend to like pinecones; the way they snap and crackle as they shrivel into ash is just… well I’m not sure how to describe it, but it’s nice; Fire elementals don’t really have that many words for how they experience “eating”, I guess.

Oh, another pony came by to see me today. She said her name was Pinkie Pie and that she was here to cheer me up. She brought a cake, which I wasn’t really interested in, but for some reason there were little wax sticks on top that she had set on fire. That part was… nice. Pinkie seemed to think I was supposed to blow them out, but I just stared at them for a while, taking in the glow. I dunno what seemed so special about them, but it wasn’t like any other fire I’d ever seen. Usually the fires I make are… big. Powerful. Strong. Quick. These were… small, warm. Points of light that never went out.

Like me at the moment, I guess.

That might be why I felt so upset when the candles burned down to the bottom and petered out. A lot of emotions came to the surface suddenly and I… wasn’t prepared for it. I got mad. I lashed out at Pinkie, physically. I wasn’t able to do any real damage thanks to the forcefield between us, but… she looked scared, or betrayed, or something. She ran out before I could do anything else.

I’m… totally not sorry. She’s one of the ponies keeping me here, after all. My enemy. My enemy who just so happened to bring me some fascinating burn-sticks.

I… I don’t think I have the energy to say much more. You can just stop there, Spike.