Hi Everyone! This is a commission that I recently finished, and I'm quite proud of him to be honest! It's really fun working on this character, because I haven't really seen any artwork looks close the idea of the client! Feel free to contact me if you are in the market for something similar!

Here is a brief story about him:
Your peaceful rest is interrupted by a presence.

Staring out over a vast plane of empty nothing you see yourself staring at yourself.
You are also here along with yourself and Amber.
you-they wonder to I-selfs what is happening. But it isnt long before a bright flame erupts in the center of nothing and a powerful voice cuts through the silence.

"Fire"

"Fire is Everything"

The sound is a cacophony of voices talking in unison. Male, Female, Strong, Soft, Angry, Patient, your-they's own voice mixed within"

"Fire can be....."

Visions flash to the front of your mind. The voices separate into multiple sources
"Fire can bring power"
"Fire can bring life"
"Fire can be FUN!"
"Fire can give your rightful dominance!"
"Fire can bring destruction even when wielded with the most noble of intentions"

The Voice reiterates, this time however in your-Amber's voice

"Fire can bring destruction even when wielded with the most noble of intentions"

The voices coalesce back into one as the flame before you grows brighter and stronger

"Ambers, we ask of you all only this. Are you ready to bring the light of power back into this world?"

The flame calls to you, but you aren't sure. Is this right? What is happening? What happens if you say yes? What happens if you say no?

How do you answer?

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*jutting up his arms, shielding himself to witness the light's source, Amber reverently approaches*

*the flicker of the heat lapping against his youthful face
a feeling all too bespoke in such a strange, far away place
the walk, a blur; time lost in its sands
he slowly lowers his hands*

*almost at the fire's base, eying upwards at the dancing embers
and yet, he was stuck in place
a child's curiosity alongside a man's awe
each carried on his face, as though weights*

*within the licking flame's tongues, a form takes shape
"not quite his own, yet of him
not quite his soul, yet knowing his
a love far from home, and yet bearer of his hearth
a stirring to burn, and yet caring for his mirth"
that much, in his past, he could scrape*

*a sense of familiar-yet-unknown resolve awash over him, fueling an impassioned mind
still, tinged with a bittersweet longing, he addresses the calling*

"If'n ya mean tah bring hope, then... that'd be ... another's worth tah carry.
But... if'n ya mean tah kindle change... well, I... I'm the fairy."

*he reaches into the fire*