Dying Ember

A Nervous Confrontation

   " Hi"., he said, somewhat awkawrdly, as  I tried to sidle my way out of the corner of the walled off patio and across to the bus stop. I had never really took into consideration his appearance . He was tall, stocky, and clearly very muscular. He had rumpled chestnut - colored hair and intense brown eyes that seemed to look right through me. The strangest thing about him, though, was that his eyes posessed the same reddish gleam that mine did.

  " I need to explain a couple things..." he said. " Mmmm Hmmm" I said, crossing my arms indignantly. he continued, ineffected my my sarcastic input, " Meet me here tonight" he said, " At ten 'o clock" on that note, he turned on his heel and forged his way through the crowd without a backward glance.

   Later that afretnoon, I numbly sat on my bed, contemplating the situation. What should I do? My mom would kill me if I went out to meet some guy that I didn't even know... who was stalking me...so I couldn't tell her. She had gotten way too protective since I conveyed to her the Great Awakening. No way would she let me if she knew... But I had to go ; I had to hear his explanation

   That night at 9:00 I stole noiselessly outside and made my way to the school. I wondered what he wanted and almost went back, but forged ahead instead , my thoughts crowding my head as I considered the possibe intentions of the Hulk. For some reason ,in my thoughts, I always called him that ; the Hulk.

 And thre he was, silhoutted against the glare of the parking lot light. He strode toward me, obviously confident. " I saw your revival", he said. " My revival?" I answered, trying to sound concened. Of course, I knew that he was talking about what I called the "Great Awakening". " You know, " he said impatiently "The revival of your skill. "  "My skill?" I retorted "I failed! I couldn't do it again! I couldn't create the fire! I couldn't do it!" by now he could tell that I was really upset, so he tried to soothe me. " You need lessons", he explained" You need a mentor, someone to teach and instruct you in the art of Fireweaving. " That didn't help at all. I staggered closer to him, sobbing. He saw my concern and understood it. He embraced me, wrapping me in his warm, woody aroma and giving me comfort in my struggles.

   At that time I forgot everything. My unfeeling mother, my newly discovered fire-talk,  and my failed attempt at Fireweaving. All that mattered was him.