Fire & Water & Earth & Air

4: Air

A/N: Warning. A lot of alliteration is used. Reader discretion is advised.

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Robert

           My stomach hurts and tears are running down my eyes but I've never been happier in my entire life.

           We fall to the floor, gasping for breath as all the seniors around the extinguished 'campfire' turn to try and find who is making all the noise.

            Out of the corner of my eye, I see a boy and girl speeding away. I roll my eyes at how hormonal they are.

           After a few millennium, our breathing becomes even again and we're able to stand up.

           Now everyone is looking at us, including the staff. I've been homeschooled my entire life, so I won't have to deal with them on Monday. But Anne.... Annabel Allen clears her throat and turns bright red.

           I, on the other hand, wave at them. Some snicker, some stare, eyes darting between us and the forest, probably worried that we might have encountered the witch they all love to believe in.

           I look back at Annabel Allen and am amazed to find that her attention isn't on the people anymore. Her gaze has settled on the charred remains of wood.

           Eventually, the people lose interest in watching a couple of strangers and turn away, resuming their conversations as if we didn't interrupt a few seconds ago.

            I turn back to Annabel Allen whose eyes are blazing as she stares at a staff member.

           The man is walking towards the charred firewood and picks it up from the center as another man walks towards the center, arms carrying new firewood.

           Annabel's eyes are angry and her hands have morphed into trembling fists. The Earth gives a quick shake but stops when she closes her eyes and begins to breathe deeeply.

           She opens them, and I expect to see peace. Instead, I am met with angrier eyes.

           Again, her focus is the staff member who is currently trying to light the fire.

           The ground begins to shake again and this time, it doesn't seem to be Annabel's plan to stop it. It begins shaking harder when the fire ignites.

           Knowing that she's about to take it too far, I close my eyes and concentrate. I send all the carbon dioxide I can muster in the direction of the fire.

           Everyone expresses exasperation as the embers exhale their ending smoke.

           Smoking snippets stay in the center.

           Tremors in the territory are terminated.

           I indulge in relief.

           Annabel Allen analyzes.

           She smiles in silent, solitary satisfaction.

           Annabel turns to me. "You did that?" I just nod as her smiles broadens. "We're going to make a good team," she says. Again, I just nod. I'm still a little shook up about what happened.