Cinder

Cinder wished to survive the flames that engulfed their town in the Crown Wars, suffocating and trapped in their attic, the only way out covered in burning debris. They prayed to survive, they didn't want the fire to burn them away. 

So that's what they got, soon, the fire stopped hurting, it was still warm but, they didn't feel themselves burning away. when their eyes opened the fire was still here it was still destroying it all, but they weren't in pain. but everything else still was. there was still no escape. 

Well into the night, they were trapped in that attic, hearing the screams of the other town folk, as they all burned alive, and the sounds of one of the armies marching through and killing any stragglers. They were never found however, the burning of their building and the debris trapping them keeping the army from locating them as they silently lay in the fires. 

Once all was quiet, and the flames had all died out, they finally emerged, they still felt weak, their paws were an ashen black, their breathing felt somewhat labored. stumbling through the remains of their hometown, the eventually made it to the nearby pond, where they could fully see what had happened to them, their ashen black marks and the dull warmth in their chest a permanent reminder of the price that making a deal with Xellarium can cost.

Crown: A Charcoal Heart