Epilogue

I stare at the bundle of sticks before me, imagining them lighting up, bursting into flame. 

At first nothing happens, no matter how much I concentrate. I have no overwhelming sense of emotions to fuel me, yet I still focus every ounce of my being into creating that power, knowing I can’t rely on fear or anger to create the fire again. 

Suddenly, the sticks catch on fire, a blaze alighting magnificently up into the air, hints of smoke trailing out in its wake. Relaxing the tension from my body, I step back, releasing a sigh. Glancing toward Noah, he is smiling at me, that glimmer of surprise and admiration hard to miss. We have been trying to perfect it since arriving in our home realm a few days ago. 

“I’m very impressed,&rdquo