The boy made his way through the long grass thinking whilst watching the grass shrivel and die. He hung his head low as he recalled what she had said:
‘Fire is evil, you can’t help that, and that means you are evil.’
Go away water Marina, he thought. Clutching his head he smoothed his fiery red hair. He sensed the presence of someone hiding in the trees.
‘I know you are there water girl.’ He called.
‘So what if I am? And don’t call me by that name!’ She called back.
‘I presume you are not regretting what you said?’
‘No, not at all, because it is simply the truth!’
‘Only you would say that, I will tell Mira!’
‘Ha! Threatening me with my weaknesses, how childish! Anyway you know Mira is begging at my heels!
You could tell there was fear in her voice; she needed to be careful to see if Mira was around to scold her. He growled at her furiously. She just laughed. He knew he was weak to her and had to walk away. He felt something, is it a storm? No… It was death. Everyone was evacuated-even the leader, and he could withstand death.