Where there's smoke....

*Some where within the northern part of the Darkened Forest. The sound of tiny footsteps tread the lonely land seeming to seek a place of solice. Looking around to see if all is safe then prepares for what is to be the most dangerous task she's ever done.*

Just have to breath and focus....breath and focus...

*Repeating those three words as if saying an incantation for a spell. The child gathers a few dry twigs then takes off her boots as she knows they are the only good ones she has left. Setting them by the water's edge then cautiously treads into the stream Placing 5 twigs into the water. Propping them so they will resist the current then heads for dry land.*...I can do this...*Whispering to herself.*

*Recalling back when Gran-Gran's home was on fire and tries to relive the event within her mind. Remembering the heat, the smell of burning wood. The fear of almost losing the last important person her life and the rage of what started all of it.*

*Sets her sights to the first stick on the far right. Trying to picture it bursting aflame but it's grounding gave way and falls in the water and floats away*

Gah..! Of all the luck...

*Turns her sights to the next one. Concentrating harder and harder and harder....* "Crackle...pop..pop.." *The stick slowly glows amber before the heat intensifies. Then with a soft sigh and a small smile. She gave birth to fire. Though small in size but big in her steps of unlocking her true self. But this wasn't the time to celebrate as there remained 3 more that must burn before the stream soaks them to the core and they become useless.*

You're next stick number 3. It's time to burn..*Staring hard into the center stick. Steady breathing and focus. Breath and focus...*

"Sizzle...crackle..pop.......fizzle..."

Oh no! No! NO! You're suppose to BURN!

*Shouting loudly at the stick as if refusing to do what it was told to until....*

"Woosh...........BOOM!"

*The stick shoots out of the water then explodes in the air. Nearly knocking the child flat on her rear. She quickly looks around in hopes no one was near. Not taking any further chances with the others as they drift down the stream. The girl quickly grabs her boots, laces them up and flees the scene with as much speed as her dark blood can grant her.*