Why was it that Mariassa, who could create a conflagration with a snap, felt so adamantly about the young girl? Especially when she had never been given any better, how was it possible to feel so angry over the trials of another? As the questions echoed through her mind, Mariassa drowned the persecutors in a sea of flames. The fires of her reprisal were a beacon for the oppressed, and they burned as brightly as they were vehement.