She felt a static electricity building between her thumb and middle finger, a itchy and warm sensation. The itch had to be scratched and she did, in the form of a snap of her fingers. First came a spark, then a flame. It hovered over her fingers, as if they were a lighter. Slowly, as she flexed her hand out, the flame jumped from finger to finger until it formed a fiery palm.
She looked at the auburn glow, felt its warm. There was no pain. It felt safe, like home. She snapped her fingers on the other hand and an orange fireball engulfed her entire arm. She looked skyward and breathed in deeply in concentration, the embers of her clothes crinkling as the fire consumed everything but her body. In the end, she was but an image of a person outlined in licking flames.
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