I do not own the Secret Saturdays.
This is for Fernanda Saturday so she no longer has to keep begging to all of us writers :)
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is Drew thinking.
Fire
Fire. It was part of my life since I was so young. I could just sit and stare at a fire for hours on end. Watching as it curls around the kindling, letting out a pop or two every now and then as small embers drift down, down, down. Floating through the air, getting dimmer and dimmer. Fire.
When I use the sword, it becomes like an extra limb. Never missing it's intended target, always finishing the job. When it shoots fire, it isn't just a limb, it's a part of my mind and body. Flame coursing through my veins, racing with my heartbeat, not always in control.
I snapped out of my daydream as Doc opened our bedroom door.
"You've been in here for a while. Are you okay?" he lovingly asked.
"I'm fine.... Just thinking." I replied.
"Okay. Just checking" He said as he closed the door, leaving me in silence.
I wonder if I really could control fire.... Huh... Guess there's no harm in trying!
I raised my right hand out in front of me and imagined the fire burning through the wall. With a great wooshing sound, fire exploded from my fingertips, burning a pretty large hole through the wall. At least large enough to see Doyle with a stunned look on his face, hairbrush in hand, appearing to have been singing into it.
"Uhh, oops?" I said.