The torch-sized Dijonn burns steadily on the dried out bush that Liga Bur had placed him on. The gullible, fleshy, two-legged creature and all his larger friends had disappeared down the stone well several minutes ago now and they didn’t look like they’d be returning anytime soon.
Looking around itself, the fiery elemental cackles. So much to burn! But he reminds himself that all around the oasis, for mile upon mile, is nothing but desert. Nothing but uninflammable silica… The flame creature shrinks a little at the vastness of an element so alien to itself. His ‘Master’ had also warned him that it’d be unlikely that anyone else would be coming by this way for weeks; possibly months!
Dijonn accepts that keeping his promise to Liga Bur about controlling his appetite is indeed the best course of action. Still he could consume a fair stretch of the dried up outer bushes before settling down to a slow burning ember until someone or something came to transport it to somewhere else.
…
Twenty minutes later, the entire Oasis is ablaze! The dead outer perimeter, the dry but still living brown middle section and, with some effort, the still green inner hub. Even the abandoned marquee, desiccated corpses of the zombie animals and the recently slaughtered giant insect-men are burning!
The gigantic Dijonn laughs as he roars ferociously. He’s never been bigger or burned hotter and, as he towers over the blackening oasis, he looks around him. The only things he can see are the seven galloping, wide-eyed camels, already far in the distance, within the hundreds of miles of orangey sand in every direction and everything he could burn, already alight.
…
“Fuck!”
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