- Brittney -
The potion burns as it slides down my throat. I force it down, even as I gag. It will be worth it. It'll give me magic.
My throat tingles, I can't help but try to spit out the liquid. The magical concoction doesn't come out of my mouth, instead, fire does. It come shooting out in a crackling whurr of flames. I squeel with delight. Magic! Finally! I have magic! I'm an Erif cat dragon!
I blow fire again and again. The tingles, the feeling of power, like I can do anything. The fire dancing around me, catching the forest, and killing it. I gasp, noticing for the first time, the destruction. Fire is not just a pretty thing, but a destructive thing. It wilts and kills things. I remember something my Erif teacher saying, when I first started taking the class, "before you start learning how to create fire, you must learn how to put it out."
Panic flares inside me, as I realize just why my teacher said that. I concentrate, trying to put it out, but with no success. The fire burns on, catching the forest, and killing it.
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