Frostfire

Memories

As I've said in the description, this is horrible and unedited and written five years ago, so please understand. It is also discontinued, but you can read what's here even if it's not much. Check out Into the Void, a shared project on a shared account @StarCatching. It's one of the best and longest things I've written so far, approaching fifty thousand words! The length of a novel! Sorry, I just really want you guys to see this notice.

The air was white with ash, and a coal black smoke stood out, rising in thick, billowing clouds out into the open sky. I couldn't see and was miraculously unharmed - in the heart of the fire. I know that I was in the kitchen when it started. My mother... We'd had a fight earlier, which always left me sad and thinking. It was not often that we broke apart.
My emotions were overwhelming me though. I could feel something pull back in my mind, shrink away from the light. And in that instant, the table burst aflame, and a harsh ringing screamed through the air. I wish I remembered were my mother was. Maybe I could have saved her.
Unfortunately enough, our floors were hardwood as well. When the table fell to the floor with the crash if crackling wood, only glowing embers remained of it. To my surprise, I couldn't stop myself from leaning forwards; it was a cold cold day, and for some reason, I always got cold unless I was near fire, or some sort of it anyway.
I had prodded the glowing red coals with caution and a pleasant, crackling sound had filled the air as a bright orange flame, young and new, travelled up my arm and over me. My conscience had been seized with an overwhelming sense of joy, but then my common sense had taken over, and I had leapt up with panic, attempting to shake the fire from my limbs, shaking and shaking wildly. but nothing happened except that the flickering flames had climbed higher and higher on me, until everything I touched, everything I held, and even me, became ball of fire, burning, but not ruining in its golden state.
Then I'd remembered - however I had magically produced fire, and miraculously didn't melt to death or something else horrible like that. I needed to trigger that mental gate, and close it again, which I managed to do without scalding anything else in thing process. I guess I should have considered myself lucky. But all I had thought about since then till I'd managed to push it from my mind was how much of a freak I had turned into.
You see, I was pretty sure that I'd started the fire that night. And that meant that I'd killed innocent people, with my freakish powers. But the fact that had brought tears to my eyes even now, many years later, was the fact that is killed my own mother.