[ WP ] You have to understand . That 's the nature of fire .

The child stumbled forward, wailing in the wind. All around her, char and ash tainted the house. The sickening stench of burnt flesh could n't be shook. Like the inferno that'd swept over the little cottage, there was no escape. 
 
 She stopped before me, enraptured by my light. Though the only survivor, she'd hardly gone unscathed. Her hair was in wisps, and her skin marred by my fires. The tears rolling down her cheeks were n't going to put them out anytime soon. No, the physical reminders were permanent, as much as the mental scars. 
 
 `` Why?'' she asked, sniffling and huffing. 
 
 I shrugged. `` You have to understand.'' Turning my back on her, I proceeded to leave. `` That's the nature of fire. Be careful when it's called, be prepared. Or you're going to get burned.''
