Since I was little I've always had low temperature which in part I blamed it on my birth parents:

So being close to fire made me fill that hole they left behind and this made me feel a little bit better. Sometimes I feel I'm having conversations with the fire, it tells me the craziest stories and his adventures from the beginning of the civilization, and somehow I know this are all true, like if when Im being told of them, somehow I feel I've already know them like if I was there, me being with the fire and the fire being me...

 

When I was little, Nate and I went to a school camp. My favorite part of it was when we gathered around the bon fire to tell stories, I wasn't interested in any of them and while Nate hide behind me scared of the monsters of the stories that were being told, I was just fascinated by the stories the fire had stored for me, each time waiting for me to come back. 

Then, Teagan would appear and with a bucket of water killed the fire, MY FIRE, this made me so angry. Everyone started screaming, scared of the dark, I wasn't scared, I was angry that the fire was gone, like a part of me was killed next to it, and all the bad thoughts came back. The teachers sent everyone to sleep early. 

I wasn't able to sleep, I couldn't stop thinking about the fire and why he had to die, like why my parents had to leave me...

I stepped outside my tent and went to where the bonfire was, I looked at the rests of what used to be a beautiful warm place, MY PLACE, and I wanted it back, so I just touched the wood left from the bonfire and it just came back to life, I stayed there for hours until the sun rose, talking about the past, present and the future the fire would see, then, when the story of the future started I felt something I had never felt before: FEAR. It wax like a vision a could see through it, I was there, everything around me in flames, flames I provoked, and my brothers lifeless body beside me, then that future reflection turned around and looked at me with tears of pain in his eyes, and he said a word I would only comprehend far in the future: REVENGE... 

The next day I didn't tell anything to anyone about what had happened and until this day I haven't...

I opened my eyes Im surrounded by fire again but it doesn't hurt or burn, it never has, but I feel like I'm healing somehow, everything that happened in the party started to seem less scary, just like a memory but somehow a memory is shown to me by the fire a memory that existed in another reality, me making everyone go crazy in that hell of a night, making everyone loose control over their fears while they saw them and they became reality; this was a memory that I was sure didn't happen but it felt so real like somehow it did and I was the cause of all of it. 

I was sure that what had happen in the party was Nathaniel's doing, and I didn't blame him, he was just protecting me from a jerk that I was glad he was now dead... Ugh, somehow this last thought made me realize that while being inside the weird cube filled with fire I dreamt with that day long ago in the camp: REVENGE...

That word that I didn't understand before, hoping that maybe this was the only and last time I'd feel glad about...Maybe... Just Maybe....

While I had those thoughts I noticed that my hair white used to be white, is now vivid red, like if it had been painted by the fire that i don't for how long I had been in, the same red as my eyes... Finally...

Then I noticed a woman and a man outside the cube, the man was specifically staring at me with worried eyes

-WTF...-I said- Nathaniel is that you? 

-CELINA LET HIM OUT!- Nathaniel said scared for my life to the woman beside him. 

-Do not fear dear.-She calmly answered.-His inner element is fire. 

Inner element?!

Okay, now they both had some serious explanation to do...