It was hot and bright. It wasn't scary. At least till a voice a said her name. "Your name is Ponnie Heatwave. Sister of Nina Fox." Ponnie leaned up from the ground as her eyes adjusted. There were chunks of charred wood around her.
"What happened?" Ponnie asked looking around. A few things were still on fire, but were dimly flickering. There were some people carrying hoses spraying the bits of fire that were left. A man walked away to a woman and a little boy. The little boy was crying and the woman looked to be close to that point. Ponnie couldn't hear their conversation, but the woman started crying. Ponnie looked around and saw a half burnt picture on the ground. Ponnie walked over to it to see a broken holder with glass around it. There was a picture of a family. A little boy, a woman, and two sisters. Ponnie picked it up, but it lit into flames causing her to drop it. "How did I…?" Then it struck her. She controlled fire.
"Where's my sister!" The little boy yelled and Ponnie looked over to him. The boy was throwing a fit and the woman looked to be trying to calm him. "Where's Ponnie!" Ponnie looked at him stunned. He knew her.
"She's not with us anymore." The woman said trying to control the boy. The boy was too little to understand, but it seemed to calm him a bit. If she wasn't with them anymore, how was she alive? Ponnie felt a pulse and was breathing. Ponnie walked up to the little boy and looked at him. He was the boy from the picture, but Ponnie knew he was more than just a picture. He was her brother.
"I'm right here." Ponnie said kneeling down to him. He looked up in shock at her and began to shudder something them hugged her. The woman looked at him concerned and pulled him away.
"What are you doing? There's nothing there." The woman pointed at Ponnie and Ponnie felt mad. If she was nothing how could he hug her?
"It's Ponnie! Aren't you?" The boy looked at Ponnie happily, but sadly.
"I am. I am Ponnie. Little brother." The boy looked really happy and the woman looked irritated.
"See! I told you she was there! She's talking to us!" The boy was practically jumping up and down in joy.
"She's not there! Look at me!" The little boy looks at her. "Ponnie is dead. That's not her. She's not really there." The woman calmed down as the boy looked frightened and looked from Ponnie to her.
"I'm right her! You're just ignoring me!" Ponnie said getting off the ground angrily. Fire shown in her eyes.
"Ponnie… Dead…?" The boy looked at Ponnie and Ponnie felt the need to help him, but the woman wasn't listening. Ponnie went to grab the woman's hand off the boy, but it went right through her arm.
"What!?" Ponnie shouts pulling her hand back. The boy touched her, but the woman… The woman went through her. The boy looked startled at the action and began cowering.
"Mom… I want to go…" The boy pulled on her arm and the woman looked sympathetic.
"Let's go, then." They started walking away and the boy looked back one last time to see Ponnie standing there. Her hair seemed to represent flames. He looked ahead and that was the last she saw of the boy. The night dimed as the fires went out and the men left. There was nothing, but complete darkness and a lonely girl…