I was outside when I started feeling kind of sick. Next thing I knew, I was creating puffs of flame. The town was in havoc. My family had to abandon me in a cave somewhere in the mountains. Soon after, a family was hiking nearby searching for the arctic yeti. That family did not find what they were looking for so they camped out in the same cave as I was. Of course the family did not see me. It wasn't until a young boy about my age saw me. "Who are you and why are you here" the boy said. But before I could answer, the boy yells to his family. A lady with white hair approached me. "Hello young girl do you need help, maybe food or campfire warmth?" I suddenly got nervous at the word campfire. It reminded me of why I lived in this cave for the past few months of my young life. I nodded at the women before me. The family had a spare tent for myself and started a fire but was soon extingued by a sudden strong breeze. The family did not have any spare matches or lighters. Kind of ironic for a family with a spare tent. The family got worried about freezing in the night. I knew exactly what to do and was afraid to do the task that was brought before me. So I forcibly did what was to be done. I gave the extingued fire a puff of blue flame and viola a fire. The family looked at the five year old in wonder. "I'm sorry. I should leave while you guys are calm. Ignore that we were ever here." I said. I was about to leave the cave when a man that looked like the lady's husband yelled for us to come back. "That's quite a trick you have their young girl. My name is Doc Saturday and this is my wife Drew and my son Zak. What's your name?" "Nicole" The Saturdays whispered something to one another and nodded. "Come with us or are you waiting for your parents to come and get you." I wanted to tell him our story but decided to keep it for later. "No my parents will never find us up here" or even try I thought to myself. So I and Nick went with the Saturdays to what they call airship. That was ten years ago. I am now fifteen years old and still live with the Saturdays. Of course I told them our story. Now the real story begins. It all started that week before Valentines.