Controlled Accident

Being 6 wasn’t any easier than 5 was. And here there were a lot more expectations. Control was important — especially for a firestarter. My teacher had peculiar methods — dreamscape torture to augment fear to control my power.

Nearing my acceptance into the normal school day at the Academy, my teacher upped the ante. He regretted it. I took my fully controlled power and accidentally torched his leg. It was through anger and self preservation. But instead of ratting me out, he went with the story. I spent another year in firestarter school. But it was worth the punishment that followed.