A Tale of the Flammas

In periods of intense mourning is said to be your greatest chance to meet one, the fire of a soul which burns eternally. They aren't known to cause any form of mischief, or even seem to have the capability to think beyond the most basic sense of hunter-gatherers. This does not make them any less feared, for they are said to resemble our closest loved ones who have passed.

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The Mourner

It is a well-known truth that when her firstborn, and only surviving child, died in a war, a mother visiting Halo fell ill in her mourning. Every day she'd sit on a chair outside the hostel she stayed in and would waste the day away staring at the sun, making no moves or showing any emotions. Every night she could only stand to sleep an hour or two at a time, for nightmares and visions of her child haunted her. Eventually, the emergency funds used to fund her stay in the hostel ran out, the family could no longer afford to send in money and support her in this state, and out on the cold busy streets, she was left. The struggles of starvation, insomnia, and self-destructive tendencies with no one to talk to broke the poor woman.
If you search through records recovered from the ruins of Halo you can find many that tell of 'sermons' she told unto the public, in the streets of markets and the more populated residential areas. Her son, the feeling of great loss that never left, and the ugliness of war were all popular topics of course, but one day she seemed to disappear. No one was quite sure why.

At night I used to be haunted, some insisted I had lost my mind, but I knew the truth. An angel haunted me, with the body of a Flamma, and the face of my son. His spirit shined so purely in that burning fire that even when a couple of drunks came to disturb my evening and find some fun, it attacked them. In an instant, there were incinerated, and my son had left that light. I watched as it, the Flamma which consumed my son, now feasted on those it had just killed. I saved this page for when my end came, the feasting is a slow process so I knew I had time to record the night's events. Fear not how I ended for I am happy, and I will see my son soon. Goodnight, and Godspeed.