Now that was talent, he thought, pride welling up. Only the Masters can do that...
The moment of pride was fleeting, soon overcome by shame as he saw the shapes of the other fireweavers, silhouetted against the angry orange-red inferno that his 'tiny spark' had become. Despite their best efforts, some of the outlying houses were already burning.
Danger, Kai thought. I'm dangerous. Perhaps it's better if I am...dowsed...
The very idea made his soul shrivel. No matter how much he rationalised it, he simply couldn't face giving himself up to have part of his life cut off, leaving him cold. He hated the cold. All fireweavers did.
No. He'd leave instead. They'd never have to worry about him again.
Without giving himself any more time to think, he began to run.
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