The fire grew to cover his arms and he stood unaffected, now laughing, at the possible destruction he could unleash on the life before him. He had complete control over the environment. It wouldn't take much energy, he told himself. Why did he have to use his gifts for good? "Because they were given to …
Tag: Wind
Burn / Part 1
The wind rustled through the autumn leaves, tugging a few loose to slowly drift towards the earth. It raced around trees and through the woods, silent but evident. He created the wind, manipulated it. A swish of his fingers and the air danced through the sky. It was his gift and he cherished his ability …
Rachel May 