it from on top. It then became scary. The sky started to set on fire. It was blazing red and orange,
slowly covering up the rest of the sky and starting to spread. Before we knew it, Amber, the
camels and I were trapped in a dome of fire that started closing in on us. Amber was padding in
the water, petrified. I then saw something glistening on a camel’s back. The hand on its hump was
blazing with fire. I decided to sacrifice something. I didn’t know if it would work. I took a risk. I
slowly got up, my cupped hands filled with water. I carefully placed my hands over the burning
hump. I then quickly uncapped my hands and let the water drip down.
The rest was all but a blur. Everything turned to water and I heard myself cry out in pain.
In a matter of seconds, Amber and I were back in the empty classroom. There wasn’t anyone else
except Ms. Helena in the front of the room. “Amber. Holland. Come here, girls.”
We slowly got up and stood in front of her. “Congratulations girls. That was my exam to see
if you two could work together. You passed.” She paused and breathed in. “Show me the backs of
your hands.”
Both of us showed her our hands. I gasped as I saw mine. There was a black tracing of fire on
my hands. It started from my wrist and ended just under my nails. “Perfect.”
Ms. Helena laid her hands on top of mine. I felt my hands burn up. They were on fire. Once
Ms. Helena had removed her hands, I could see that the tracings had turned red.
“Holland Summers, you have the power of the sacred fire.”
