Fire.

Smoke.

Ash.

A glowing darkness.

The smell of dying trees and plants.

It was all my fault.

The once frozen lake that my uncle cared for enough to call home now melting as if it were inside Hell.

Maybe It was in Hell.

They say Hell is where the never-ending flames live…

And I was an Immortal Flame.

Jack Flame stared at the forest, horrified and scared. The forest that seemed to surround the Burgess Neighborhood was in flames and it seemed no one was around to stop it. By the time Flame was sure half the forest was gone, only then had someone decided to call the fire station. Just as he thought, the Lake was probably flooded with boiling water and the old bed that covered Pitch's hide out hole was probably burned to ashes, if not more. The Home of the one and only Jack Frost was gone, taken in the hands of Fire.

Uncle Frost will never forgive me.

Mother Nature will be mad for my destruction of her creations.

Jamie and the others will hate me.

The Wind spirit must have noticed, for strong gusts of wind tried to put it all out, but only making it worse. Flame's hair flew around with the wind, as did his lose red jacket and the lose strings on his pants. Tears slipped down his cheeks, reflecting the horrifying light of the flames, before burning up on the ends of his face and evaporating.

The animals that are probably all dead now.

The history this place held burned under my powers.

And I thought…

I thought that we had just gotten over the worst.

Setting Fire to Burgess

The Sequel to Setting Fire to the Snow