the daughter of flames

I woke up, in my little house made of sticks and mud. I got the idea from watching beavers make a dam. I pushed my homemade wooden door open and I sighed as I watched the water flow, listen to birds sing, watch a beaver, I called Bea swim across to get more sticks. I haven't started a fire for four years. Up till I was 12, use to start a fire every time I would see a monster. I have no clue how I have tried so many time but my palms get warm sometimes a little flame would come but would go out before I could do anything with it! I tried it again, thinking hard about the warmth of fire when I open my eyes a flame was dancing on my palm. I smiled and put it in my tepee of sticks in my rings of rocks! I sat there watching it so proud of my growing fire as I heard a vehicle pull up and my dad walked up. Look I madefire! I said holding my arms like Ta-da! Wow, that's great, Anna! He said leaning against the closest tree. Are you here to bring me more food? No, I'm here to take to, to a place where you'll be safe? Where? Not far from New York, on long island. I don't know if it's safe, dad, I'm only safe here. Trust me, my dear. I looked at him then the flames. You will learn how to control the flames for good and you wouldn't be afraid anymore. I sighed looking up to see Bea swimming back to its dam then put out my fire, stood up and said you sure know how to get me. I followed my father to the car.

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