"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us"JRR Tolkien
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“Beetle, check this out!”
Scara grumbled wordlessly at the interruption but looked up anyways. “What is it, Lazarus?”
In front of her twin brother, Scara was surprised to see a pile of sticks beginning to smoulder. “See? I can control fire too!”
She immediately abandoned the moss she’d been examining at the base of a tree, bouncing over and laughing as she looked a bit closer. “Yeah, you’ve almost got a flame going.” She meant it to be encouraging, but when Lazarus wilted a little, like she’d criticized him, she scrambled to rectify things. “Do you have any more matches? One or two more should do the trick.”
Sure enough, there were soon flames lapping at the wood. They cheered, Scara bouncing in place as she glanced to her brother. Lazarus looked satisfied, still basking in his success, but Scara couldn’t help but consider that the fire was still tiny. It would go out quickly, and even if Lazarus felt impressed by what he’d managed to do, couldn’t she help him feel even better? Couldn’t she make the fire even bigger?
So she focused on trying to coax the flames to climb up even higher, so intent that she didn’t notice what Lazarus was doing until he said, “See, Scara? Just like you!”
Suddenly a fiery branch waved in her face, and Scara instinctively shrieked. The fire in front of her responded in kind, rushing up and flaring out as two of the nearby trees were lit ablaze. It spread quickly; everything that could catch fire near the flames did. And in the middle of it all was Scara, watching in horror as everything around her burned.
Wide-eyed, Lazarus turned to Scara for reassurance. But her eyes only mirrored his panic.
"Beetle, let's go!" he managed to sputter.
Scara didn't budge. "No..." she responded, regaining her composure. "No Lazarus, I can control this." He'd always admired her strength and determination, but it wasn't cool anymore - it was reckless.
"Beetle, you know what Swift said about fire!" Lazarus shouted, competing against the mounting roar of the flames. "Yeah, they said to never play with it!" Scara retorted, as she continued her attempts to subdue the fire.
Despite the anger in her tone, her gaze showed worry, and he couldn't help but wonder why. The sister he knew would never be afraid of getting into trouble. Was she scared because her own fire affinity was slipping out of control?
Without taking his eyes off Scara, Lazarus hurriedly backed away from the scene, the flames lapping at his paws. "I'm going to get Swift!" he yelled, before turning tail and rushing through the forest, tripping and trampling over everything in his path.
The way back home had never seemed so long.
"Swift, SWIFT!" he shrieked as he approached his older sibling, who was busy tending to the garden flowers. Swift turned around, their smile turning to shock as they set eyes upon Lazarus. Behind the charred kit, smoke could be seen billowing through the trees.
"Where's Scara?"
"She said she could control it..." sobbed Lazarus.
Swift felt their breath falter. How could they have ever let this happen?
But there wasn't any time for reflection. "Stay here, I'll come back with Scara," Swift said in their most convincing tone, before planting a kiss on Lazarus's forehead.
Then, they spread their wings, leaped into the air and flew straight towards the burning trees.
As Swift soared through the smoke, they called out to their little sister. But the smoke was so thick, and they soon found themselves coughing it back out. As Swift began flying back out of the smoke cloud, they heard Scara call back. "Over h-here!" their little sister gasped, trying her best not to get drowned out by the sound of burning trees.
Swift turned towards the sound of Scara's voice, and swooped down to grab her by the shoulders, ignoring the pain as their wings brushed through the flames.
They flew back up above the trees, and the pair savoured the fresh air.
"You're okay..." Swift whispered hoarsely. Scara was too busy coughing to respond. Although her own fire was fully extinguished, the forest roared on.
As Swift headed back towards their home, the adrenaline started to wear off. Each wing flap grew more painful than the last, and they began to hear the crackling of flames, steadily flickering across their feathers.
Nevertheless, they kept on flying, and soon spotted Lazarus sitting in the distance. He saw them too, and stood up in anticipation.
Just as he did, Swift felt their body grow heavier - their feathers were turning to cinder.
They had already failed their siblings by allowing the forest to catch fire. And now this?
Swift took a deep breath, before lifting Scara up to kiss her on the head. She seemed to be zoning out.
Then, they tossed Scara through the air, as far away from the forest as they could.
Swift watched as their sister landed on the ground unscathed. The kiss had worked, and they breathed a sigh of relief as they fell into the forest of fire.
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Sitting a safe distance away from the flames, the twins looked on in horror, tears in their eyes as the trees turned to ashes.

It wasn't my fault...
I couldn't have changed anything, it was meant to happen.
This wouldn't have happened if it weren't for me.
I'll never let anything like this happen again.