The thing raises it's head and says in the same screechy voice, "you're playing with fire you know." I smirk back at it, "well I love to play with fire." I say as my hand erupts into a boiling ball of flames. It's on buddy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mckayla Holbrook is eighteen. Born with the ability to control fire, she has had to live most of her life at the homestead, with other people like her. Then one day the homestead and every thing she's ever known is under threat and she's the only one who can stop it. How much will she do to stop the unknown threat, save her friends and prevent the deaths of all those she loves?