Originally written for Cohost as a fanfic of caffeinatedotter's Malia series.

For a Muse of Fire

They are not any longer mere adventurers. Too much walks in Malia's footprints, now, for that. They are heroes, well along the road that leads only to myth. Their deeds grow, cannot not grow as their reputation demands yet greater attention from yet greater powers.

And it is not just Malia, anymore. They are not the fearsome sorcerer Malia and her bodyguards, and indeed Malia herself scorned that idea from the beginning, all the more viciously after the prison. Each in their own way, the paladin, the archer and the berserker feel the unfolding within themselves of new things. New and terrible things, if they crease up wrong.
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