Adora Celestians (or, Arise)

Ignacio's Fireball

I flung over my bedcovers and turned off the chilling air conditioner. Spark, or Spark Denzel (S.D.) Celestians, my younger brother, was still sleeping soundly on his bed, at the other end of the room. I sighed and yanked out our fireball from beneath my bed. I debated whether to enter the Celestial Fires or not. You know, the stars and all the celestial bodies that are partly or wholly made of fire.

I decided to take the chance. I fingered the fireball, and whispered our limerick-song to it. It was in Spanish, the language of Ignacio, the original owner of the fireball. It was him itself whom I was going to visit through the celestial portal of the fireball. These were the words I spoke:

"En algún lugar de la tierra ardiente

Que se encuentra encima de las estrellas

Ven silencioso y fuerte a través de esta bola

Y llévame lejos, oh poderes."

("Somewhere from the fiery land

That lies atop the stars

Come silent and strong through this ball

And whisk me away, O powers.")

I waited. Nothing happened.

Then suddenly, the world around me churned in a whirlpool, and I was sucked into an endless funnel of cold, pure black.

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