[ IP ] A few prompts to get you going

[ Book engulfed in flames. ] ( http: //i.imgur.com/onEFkoM.jpg ) 
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 `` Daddy! Daddy! Look Look, I did it!''. Her heart was filled with joy; she was thrilled. 
 
 `` You have to always be in control. ``, her dad's voice echoed in her head. She took a deep breath, calming herself and subduing her excitement. She was good. After countless hours of practice, control had become instinct. 
 
 She felt her father's warm hand resting on her left shoulder. `` Good job, sweetheart'', he congratulated. Sweetheart... Father always called her by her last name. He was always strict, rarely showed affection. 
 
 
 
 He was really proud. It might seem menial, but this was the first step to mastering Fire. Creating fire is the easiest thing to do, just focus the surrounding energy to a single point. However, only a handful of people can actually control it. Once fire takes form it becomes a unique entity with its own energy, power, aspirations, fears, needs. 
 
 You are interconnected. Its energy overflows your body and tingles your nerves, making you feel strong and powerful. Its aspirations and fears become your aspirations and fears, you fear that you will eventually burn away so you aspire to eat and grow bigger. You devour anything and everything. 
 
 Many do n't even realize they have lost control. All this energy, they ca n't fathom they are n't the ones in control. They become one with it. 
 Many do and panic. They try to restrain it but it's a lost cause; they are already engulfed in their own fear and soon are reduced to ashes. 
 
 Not her. 
 
 Most people are trained for every element. When they become adults, they choose their most compatible and the long road of mastering it, begins. 
 
 Not her. 
 
 Her element was fire and she knew since she was a toddler. Fire was fun. Warm and cozy, always able to summon it, it was with her at all times. 
 
 It was difficult at first. She did n't understand how dangerous or harmful it was. He took all the precautions he could and always stayed by her side. Until one day, something was different. When he extinguished a lousy-summoned flame, with the potential to prove devastating, he felt her. Her energy, her power, her aspirations, her fears, her needs. 
 
 The flame was n't a lousy summon. It was a genius one. She was a genius. Instead of focusing the surrounding energy to a single point, she focused her own energy to the environment, giving it form. It was her flame. 
 
 
 
 So they stood there, watching the flames tangling, licking the worn-out pages of “ A fiery tale ”, the 101 book of Fire. Sparking fierce, yet harmful, the flames were dancing wild, giving shape to her dreams. 
 
 “ Cinder it ”, he commanded, exiting from his trail of thoughts. 
 “ But daddy, I did it ”, she objected, confused. 
 “ Because dear, you're gon na re-write it ”.
