Daughter of the Sun
Smoke drifting on the breeze snapped her out of her reverie. She turned to see thin blue-gray wisps floating out of the rear windows. She ran through the doorway, almost ripping the door from its leather hinges. The dampness of pre-rain mixed with the smoke rising from her mother's box. Small tongues of blue and green flames caressed its sides. She shook her head. She had to learn to control her temper.
Grabbing a bucket of water, she doused the box. Steam billowed out, forcing her to step back. It filled her sight, blocking the rest of the room from view and...
... fires raged, pulled from the beacon fire in the nearby tower to surround the woman standing in the midst of a dozen soldiers. The men danced in and out, searching for an opening to grab her. She stuck her hands in the flame and then pulled them