163 New Weapon

Dropping through the branches, Will landed next to a familiar tree. His hands traced the singe marks on the trunk from where his flame had reached as he practiced forming large flames. He thought of the days he had spent at this tree, lighting a fire in his palm and bending it to his will. He looked from the tree to the cottage he knew was behind him. His mind went to the many times he had seen Maya come out of the door, carrying food and drink for him. He thought of the times he had spent in the cottage himself when it rained, and the hours spent laughing as he taught her things of his world.