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“Maybe that's true but, you are a bit more special than the rest of us.”
    “Because I can use a power I have no control over at seventeen?”
    “No,” said Tracy flatly. “Because you can summon fire without actually having a source. The weakest wielders need their element to be able to use it.”
    Summer pushed her empty tray aside and was already starting to feel better. She stretched, her entire back popping.
    “What do you mean?” She finally asked.
    “For example,” replied Tracy. She opened her hand and a small ember jumped from the fire place. It landed above her palm and began dancing like it had a mind of its own.
    “Some fire wielders need fire to be able to use their powers. The same goes with all the others.”
    “Seems convenient enough,” answered Summer as she watched the flame.
    “Sometimes but, say you're locked up in jail. Do you think they just keep fire in the cells? That would be where someone like you would have an advantage. You can summon fire from the energy in your body.”
    Summer looked at her hands. “I guess I can,” she whispered.
    “It was more common but, now someone with that ability is rare.”
    Summer tried to think back to see if she remembered Ash, Tracy, or Petar being able to summon it without help. It was so chaotic that she wasn't paying attention.
    “Yes,” said Tracy. “I can summon it but,” she flexed her arm, “It took years of practice and I still sometimes use a lighter. You'll learn more about that later.”
    Summer knew when enough was enough. Tracy was done talking about wielders. She made it clear that a lesson on their powers would be coming later.
    “Do I have anything to do today?” asked Summer.
    Tracy shook her head. “They're letting you explore today if you want.”
    “Will you be showing me around?”
    “No,” smiled Tracy. “There are different things we have to do her on certain days. It's my day to help the earth wielders with the garden.”
    “A garden?”
    “We grow a lot of food here. The council thinks it teaches discipline if we work on it.”
    Summer shrugged. “That's cool, I guess.”
    “Yup,” answered Tracy as she stretched her arms over her head. “So today Ash is going to walk around with you.”
    “Doesn't he have better-”
    Tracy cut her short with a wave of her hand. “He volunteered.”
    “Weird.”
    “Who knows what goes on in that kids head,” said Tracy. “All I know is that he'll be here soon.”
    Summer groaned and carefully forced herself out of bed. The more she moved her muscles the easier it got. Now if she could just get herself into the hot shower then she could more than likely function without limping.
    “I'm going to leave the door open for Ash,” said Tracy. “I'll see you around dinner time.”
    Summer waved bye from over her shoulder and continued to drag her body towards the large clothing cabinet. She picked out a comfortable outfit of sweats and a tank top, and a sweatshirt, before finally making it into the bathroom.
    The steam filled her throat as the hot water pounded on her muscles. They slowly relaxed, causing her to hunch over and press her forehead against the tile.
    She wasn't sure how long she was in there but, the water had started to go cold. Summer reluctantly got out and felt a hundred times better.
    It was now much easier to get dressed and brush her hair. She had dreaded doing these things but, the miracle of the hot water saved her from embarrassing tantrums.
    She walked into the room and ran her hands through her damp, long hair. A person next to the fireplace cleared their throat loudly, causing her to jump into the air.
    She narrowed her eyes at Ash. “You scared the crap out of me.”
    A small blush dusted his tanned cheeks. “Sorry. You've been in there for a while. I thought you would be done when I got here.”
    Summer looked up at the oddly shaped clock hanging above the fireplace. It was made of copper and warped in the center like fire had caused it to