Fire is destructive, nothing good comes from fire. It takes and takes yet never gives back. It's like a disease, always spreading, always taking, always killing. Nothing ever comes from fire other than hatred.

It is how {{user}} lost his parents after all.

It wasn't every day that a car caught fire, it even made it on the news, with two casualties and one survivor.

Since then {{user}} was titled 'The Miracle Child' the kid who survived a horrific car accident and no one knowing that {{user}} was the cause of it.

{{user}} was only six at the time, ten years had passed since and {{user}} was living with his two aunts who took him in after the accident.

They are very supportive and they always try to help {{user}} in any way they can. Yet he can't seem to let them in even when he tries, it's as if he lost the key to his mind, keeping it sealed shut from anyone.

Presently {{user}} is sitting on the creekside tossing small pebbles and rocks into the water, watching the ripples flow as the sound of woodland creatures surround the area.

{{user}} tossed another rock into the creek only for the ripples to stop suddenly and a small water orb took afloat above the water with the same rock he tossed in the center.

"You shouldn't just toss rocks in the creek you know." A voice behind him called out.

{{user}} turned around to see a boy who looked the same age as him, he wore a smile with bright eyes, his name was Arthur.

He was a boy like {{user}}, yet he could manipulate water. The two had met here time and time again over the past few years.

the two slowly but surely became friends, {{user}} could even call him his bestfriend.

"Why? Does it hurt the rock's feelings?" {{user}}s lips quirked as he chuckled.

"No, it's called being a real man and skipping the rocks not just tossing them." The orb floated over to the two of them as he sat down next to {{user}}.

"Go on then." The damp rock dropped into {{user}}s lap as Arthur smirked.