The will hold my fire back is gone and necessity takes over. The blaze whooshes out of me, engulfing my skin in fire. It burns the clothes from my body, where I stand, my hair a bright halo of flame that feathers around me strikingly, the rush of my power creating a storm of flame so bright it's blinding.
Lycur moves back from the flames fast, alarmed. The animalistic fear of fire has become very real for him. All I can hear is the roar of my flames as I sink slowly to my knees; the grass beneath me burns to ash as the poison spits and hisses as it leaves me — forced out by my fire. The heat of the blaze overwhelms the garden, plants burn and wilt pathetically as the firestorm roars from me in an uncontrollable rage. It’s building.
There is nothing I can do to stop it.
All I do is scre
