Esmeralda was playing with a ball of fire, which seemed like a lantern almost. Fire has always interested her, forest fires, fires in fire places...fire from volcanoes. Fire was the only thing she could do right, besides shape-shifting. Suddenly, her fire went out. Water had came out of nowhere and hit the fire. She glanced at the ground and saw a bucket rolled to the side. Her hand automatically went to her necklace. It was still there.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Nothing to worry about...just a bit angry...</span>she thought.<br/>"Who did that to my fire?" She asked almost sweetly but still annoyed. Twirling her hair, she waited for an answer. As she waited for an answer her mind drifted off into her little world.<br/>She imagined herself shape-shifting while doing wonderful tricks with fire...she imagined people clapping and cheering while she flew in the air as a bird, wings on fire, yet not burning...suddenly, more water was splashed onto her.<br/>Blinking, she focused on reality. She was dripping with water now. She growled under her breath, now annoyed a lot.<br/>"Who did that?" she asked almost angrily.