𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓫𝓲𝓮𝓼

*The fire babies are crawling around on the hot desert sand, some are crying for no reason, some are fighting over a piece of glass because they think it's a gem, and the tiniest fire baby crawls sadly, just wanting a home and a normal life, it doesn't want to be a fire baby*

*a cactus falls and kills them*

*The fire babies scream and cry, they can't even defend themselves. The smallest one, who was the last one to be born, seems to be the only one that hasn't died. She looks around at the other dead babies, then she crawls away, not knowing what else to do*

*I grab the tiny one* You want a normal life?

*The tiny fire baby stops crying and looks up at you with big eyes, then nods*

*I bring him to my home*