Hephaestus
Paige stared up at me with her gray eyes that resembled storm clouds, but I felt as though she were looking past my scars to me, and my heart squeezed in my chest. No one had ever looked at me this way before. My hands itched to reach out and touch her. To feel if her skin was as smooth as it looked. Then one of the burnt-out trees tumbled onto the blackened forest floor and she jumped backward.
"Here," I walked toward where the tree had fallen, "come and see what this woodpecker's favorite food is."
Why I was showing her bugs, I honestly didn't know. Maybe I wanted to share that fire wasn't always destructive even when it looked like it on the outside. Oh yes, it was a hell of a mistress and would burn anyone faster than a flash, but it was also magical. It worked with earth
