[WP] Give me a bit of that story you've always wanted to write.

Koreli Ba, of the great, mysterious floating city of Atlantis, stood with the orange flame in her cupped palms, hundreds of metres below on the ocean floor. Her long yellow hair flowed and spiraled away from her, following along with the heavy current. She felt weightless down here, though was certain she shouldn’t under the millions, billions, trillions of litres of water.
A deep breath of water; maybe this was a dream. Maybe it wasn’t. She could control fire and water in waking life. She could breathe underwater in waking life… or could she? Could she make fire in impossible places, like under the ocean? She wasn’t sure, couldn’t recall her abilities to their fullest potential. None of it mattered, not now. Here, she didn’t have limits.
Another deep breath, and all there was to her was the flickering orange life in her hands, illuminated in her mismatched amber-brown and ice-blue eyes.
This far down, nothing crossed her path. Death and life did not exist in this realm of the world. She was beyond them both; her own separate entity unbound by the laws and regulations of nature.
Maybe moments, perhaps hours later, her flame flared upwards, reaching close to ten stories above her. As it died down, the light turned green, and another woman stood before her - her eyes the same color as the flame. This woman, she put her hands above the fire as Koreli had hers below. The black-brown hair of the other woman spread out from her, following the same current as Koreli’s, twisting and tangling with the yellow strands that were already there, encasing the pair from the oceanic void.
“Do you know who you are?” asked the woman with green eyes, the ghastly light absorbing in her dark skin, just as it reflected from Koreli’s nearly translucent person.
“Yes,” she responded.
“Then who you are?” she asked with more force. 
“Koreli Ba.” What a silly question.

“No. Who are you?” “I already told you,” frowned Koreli. Apparently that wasn’t good enough for the green eyed woman. She stepped closer to Koreli, inches from her face, concern etched into the very being of the dark woman. What was this? Why did she care so much about Koreli? They were strangers to each other, but in the very bottom of her being, she felt warm care for this woman too. Their hands were almost touching now, though the flame between them still carried on. It didn’t burn either of them. “Who are you?” “My name is Koreli Ba, and I think I know you.” “Who are you?” Koreli opened her mouth one last time, but their hands touched through the fire, killing it. With the death of the flame, the green eyed woman disappeared as well. Koreli became engulfed in the darkness of the ocean floor, the pressure falling on top of her, the water turning poisonous, choking her with its unrelenting nature.

And then she woke up.

Criticism welcome!

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