the fire wouldn't start. it never starts. it never will. if this stupid doesn't light soon, we might run out of matches. and that cant happen. we've traveled for about a week into the woods away from the nearest civilization, and all that's happened is four rainstorms. and trying to light wet twigs is impossible. but I will find a way, somehow. fire has always been my thing. some have a knack for hunting, some for collecting, tracking, cleaning, shooting, everybody has their thing. we travel in a group, and pick up 1 or two or three per year. we've been together for about four years. me and Quiver have been friends since we were babies. Quiver isn't her real name. none of us have real names anymore. once we find what we are good at, the group decides what we'll be called. it's kind of luck an initiation. we range from about 16-21 in ages. me and quiver are 19. cedar is seventeen. quiver's name is what it is because she can shoot a bow like shit. cedar good with wood. like what grows near a water source, or what burns best, or what is edible. the 16 year old is dawn. she's good with timing. knowing where the moon and sun and stars are to tell what time of day it is. hunter is 20. he is the hunter in the "family". he can track animals, kill them, eat them. and Steel. he's kind of the leader in the group at 21. he really good with the weapons. cleaning them, finding them, fixing them, and making them. he's also been my boyfriend for four years. dawn and cedar are in a relationship, and quiver and hunter are too. our group just kind of works. we are all good at everything, but each one especially at on e thing. I guess that leaves me. I'm 19. I'm good with fire, and I burn myself a lot while being good at the fire. after my elbow, hand and neck were burned, half my hair caught on fire. ever since, my name has been arson.