I'm suffocating. 

The hundreds of tons of ocean water are crushing my lungs as they fight to hold onto the little air they have. Krakens circle me and surround me, more joining every second. Soon, the creatures form a sphere around me with only one gap big enough for someone to fit through.

Outside the gap is Sophie Foster.

The voices of Fitz and Biana and Keefe resonate in the water, defying all science. They are calling her away.

NO, I want to scream. 

I hope that she will save me. I know she can. She looks at me and then turns away and walked to the voices of her friends.

SOPHIE! I scream, but my voice is lost in the water.

My breath is gone and the krakens all speed towards me, tentacles ablaze.

I squeeze my eyes shut as they start to chomp on my limbs. So this is how I go: eaten by krakens while the moonlark goes gallivanting with her friends.

One kraken bites into my torso and I scream, blood gushing into the water. Maybe it's the blood, but the water feels warm. No, not warm, I think. Hot, burning hot.

Suddenly, I'm surrounded by flames, no longer in the depths of the ocean. The flames roar and I once again see Sophie Foster. Only this time, she isn't leaving me to my fate, she's deciding it. She pours a liquid on the ground in the only space not overcome with fire and then drops a balefire sconce into it. 

Through the flames, I see her smile and walk away. The fire grows with my rage. The heat makes me sweat as it crawls towards me. Sooner than I thought, the flames are on my skin.

Light as a feather, they feel freezing cold but burn my skin. I see my skin dripping onto the ground, my melting flesh peeling away from my bones. A flame flares in my face, dissolving my skin as it dri----

***

"AAAHH!" I jolt awake. I expect to be cold like I always am when I wake up from a nightmare, but I still feel like I'm boiling.

I reach to my nightstand for water and I find that there is no water bottle and no nightstand. I notice the flames filling my room and a scream bursts from my lips.

Dad runs in and, upon seeing the fire, immediately hurries to get something. He throws the thing he got---some sort of powder---into the flames and they fizzle down.

When the coast is clear, he runs to me and hugs me close. "Sweetie," he says in a low voice. "What happened?"

I gulp, terrified from my nightmare and from what just happened. "I don't know."

The day I had comes back to me and I remember the deal I made with Sophie and Mr. Forkle.

Pulling away, I look up at my dad, worry creasing his never-aging face. "I think I'm a pyrokinetic."

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