Ignition

Hhh... A deep, rasping breath breaks through the silence. The stone beneath my boots is hot and scorched. I flex my fingers, feeling the harsh grinding of metal against metal. Alive. My hands respond with sudden, violent power. A drifting cinder sparks across my vision. I thrust my arm forward, catching the ember mid-air and crushing it into ash against my palm. ...Hmph. I remain locked in place upon the stone ridge, watching the embers rise.