child, is your belly feeling it?” Ila rubbed my back softly.
“Will this happen every time I use the power?” I was thinking that I wouldn’t be using it much if her answer was yes.
“Really, the only reason you’re being affected is because of the amount of power you’re drawing. Most fresh students struggle to grasp and hold onto their element. You, on the other hand, are filled with the fire, the same as water flows from a broken dam. It’s not very safe, you know. We’ll have to step up your lessons in order to get the problem under control.”
“Yes, but what about the sickly feeling?”
I was a tad better and frustrated that she’d missed the entire point of my question.
“No, child, you won’t be plagued by a queasy stomach for the rest of your life. When you learn to control the flow of power, you won’t feel sick anymore.”
A burp popped out of my mouth and I instantly felt much better. “Excuse me.”
Ila nodded at me appreciatively. “That’s my girl. We’ll pack a can of soda for you next time.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s a plan.”
“Time to go, put the fire out and come along,” she commanded, swiveling long enough to wink at me, before she continued her marathon walk to the trail
Ila wanted me to take the initiative on this one. All righty then, I’ll just reverse the process and see how it goes. If that doesn’t work, I’ll get a bucket of water. I’d been camping before. No problem.
I stared into the flames and pictured them dwindling away into nothing and that’s what happened. It actually worked . The weird thing was that at a speed almost too quick for the eye to catch, the flames seemed to jump from the pit and fly through the air into me. The punch into my chest was tangible, and I jumped back.
Some warning about that would have been nice, I thought, frowning in the direction that Ila had gone.
Ila’s voice called out from not too far up the trail, “Superb.”
I lingered for a few seconds, staring down at the pit. The fire was gone. Only the charred logs and the scent of ashes remained. If I dwelled on what was going on, I’d go crazy. So I did what I usually did and buried the thoughts deep down inside of me as I ran up the path after Ila. When I caught her, I fell into walking beside her, lengthening my stride to stay even with her.
“What happened back there?”
“You just learned another way to weld the power, my dear, and all on your own too. Well done.”
“What did I do?”
Ila slowed considerably. “All the elements work differently and I’m no expert on fire, but I do know that there are two ways for you to handle the power. One is to picture the smoke and flames to raise it. The other, and far more exciting way if you ask me, is to let the fire flow directly from your body.”
I reached out, catching her arm. “Please explain.”
Ila rolled her eyes with impatience. “As I told you before, the fire is a part of you. Which means you can release it at will, allowing the power to flow from your core, out through your fingertips…or you can pull it back into you, the way you just did.
“You mean I can shoot fire from my hands?” That was worse than sprouting the fire at a distance with my mind.
“Yes dear. Go ahead and hold up a finger and give it a try,” Ila coaxed.
Did I really want to? I wasn’t sure, but I was curious, so I held out my left index finger. “What now?”
Ila exhaled loudly as if I was stupid, before telling me to picture the smoke and then the flame coming from inside of me and out of my fingertip.
“Only a candle size flick.” Seeing me hesitate she added, “Don’t worry, silly child, it won’t hurt you.
I was intimidated. The idea of planting a live flame on my skin was disturbing, to say the least.
A few seconds later, I was intently studying the fire on my finger. With a little thought the flame leaped
“Will this happen every time I use the power?” I was thinking that I wouldn’t be using it much if her answer was yes.
“Really, the only reason you’re being affected is because of the amount of power you’re drawing. Most fresh students struggle to grasp and hold onto their element. You, on the other hand, are filled with the fire, the same as water flows from a broken dam. It’s not very safe, you know. We’ll have to step up your lessons in order to get the problem under control.”
“Yes, but what about the sickly feeling?”
I was a tad better and frustrated that she’d missed the entire point of my question.
“No, child, you won’t be plagued by a queasy stomach for the rest of your life. When you learn to control the flow of power, you won’t feel sick anymore.”
A burp popped out of my mouth and I instantly felt much better. “Excuse me.”
Ila nodded at me appreciatively. “That’s my girl. We’ll pack a can of soda for you next time.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s a plan.”
“Time to go, put the fire out and come along,” she commanded, swiveling long enough to wink at me, before she continued her marathon walk to the trail
Ila wanted me to take the initiative on this one. All righty then, I’ll just reverse the process and see how it goes. If that doesn’t work, I’ll get a bucket of water. I’d been camping before. No problem.
I stared into the flames and pictured them dwindling away into nothing and that’s what happened. It actually worked . The weird thing was that at a speed almost too quick for the eye to catch, the flames seemed to jump from the pit and fly through the air into me. The punch into my chest was tangible, and I jumped back.
Some warning about that would have been nice, I thought, frowning in the direction that Ila had gone.
Ila’s voice called out from not too far up the trail, “Superb.”
I lingered for a few seconds, staring down at the pit. The fire was gone. Only the charred logs and the scent of ashes remained. If I dwelled on what was going on, I’d go crazy. So I did what I usually did and buried the thoughts deep down inside of me as I ran up the path after Ila. When I caught her, I fell into walking beside her, lengthening my stride to stay even with her.
“What happened back there?”
“You just learned another way to weld the power, my dear, and all on your own too. Well done.”
“What did I do?”
Ila slowed considerably. “All the elements work differently and I’m no expert on fire, but I do know that there are two ways for you to handle the power. One is to picture the smoke and flames to raise it. The other, and far more exciting way if you ask me, is to let the fire flow directly from your body.”
I reached out, catching her arm. “Please explain.”
Ila rolled her eyes with impatience. “As I told you before, the fire is a part of you. Which means you can release it at will, allowing the power to flow from your core, out through your fingertips…or you can pull it back into you, the way you just did.
“You mean I can shoot fire from my hands?” That was worse than sprouting the fire at a distance with my mind.
“Yes dear. Go ahead and hold up a finger and give it a try,” Ila coaxed.
Did I really want to? I wasn’t sure, but I was curious, so I held out my left index finger. “What now?”
Ila exhaled loudly as if I was stupid, before telling me to picture the smoke and then the flame coming from inside of me and out of my fingertip.
“Only a candle size flick.” Seeing me hesitate she added, “Don’t worry, silly child, it won’t hurt you.
I was intimidated. The idea of planting a live flame on my skin was disturbing, to say the least.
A few seconds later, I was intently studying the fire on my finger. With a little thought the flame leaped
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