TITLE: ELEMENTAL HUNGER
GENRE: YA fantasy
This is the end of the first chapter. Gabby has a power no one knows about—until the North barracks go up in flames.
"You're not," Taylor said, kicking some dirt in my newly-dug grave. "Manifest, Killpatrick."
The flames rose higher, engulfing my stomach in liquid lava. No matter how hard I tried to push it back, the element burned upward. Inside my jeans pockets, my fingertips smoldered.
"The Northern barracks are stone," I said, desperation lining my voice. "I couldn't have lit them on fire, even if I was Elemental. Which I'm not."
"Yeah," Liz piped up. "And only boys are Firemakers. Gabby didn't do anything."
I groaned. Liz meant well, but calling attention to the fact that I was a genetic abnormality wasn't the best move.
"Manifest," Jarvis commanded.
My power jumped, ready to explode out. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit down hard. But the Elemental power I possessed had been summoned—repeatedly. The fire roared in my head and I pulled my hands out of my pockets so I wouldn't burn my only pair of jeans.
I raised my hands high, the flames shooting straight up into the night sky. Through the waves of heat, the students around me screamed.
The rush ended, and I brought my smoking hands down slowly, fists clenched. Jarvis grabbed both of them on the way down. Only another Firemaker could touch me so soon after an Elemental release.
I looked straight into his shocked eyes as I opened my palms, revealing a ball of burning embers nestled in each one.
Jarvis's black eyes glinted in the orange glow of my Element. "Guilty," he repeated.