Chapter 7: Fire
"Visualize heat. Fire. Like my magic."
Leon took the stone, its weight grounding him slightly.
"Fire, huh?" he said, forcing a shaky grin. "Guess I'm borrowing your powers." He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the distant drums and the chill in the air.
He pictured fire—crackling flames, like the ones he'd seen in anime or the campfire in his favorite RPGs.
His mind wandered to Saria's fiery aura from the ritual, the way it had flared around her hands.
The stone grew warm in his grip, and a spark of excitement cut through his fear.
Maybe I can do this.
The warmth grew hotter, too hot, and Leon's eyes snapped open as the stone glowed red and his hands lit in fire.
"Crap, crap, fire!" he yelped, flinging it away. It hit the ground with a dull thud, a faint wisp of smoke curling from its surface.