"Well... Since it was close to black they thought I waa conmected to one of you guys the elders still cared me since I was bascially an orphan... But none of the other campers really liked me... I couldnt keep a plant alive... And well I was on of the best with hand to hand and hunting..." I said sighing and started to drawing a wolf with the smoke this time.

Latan sighs. "Why is black always associated with us?" He gives you a smile. "Well, despite all this happening, you seem to have hung in there pretty good."

"Yup..." I said glancing to see if the weakened greater demon was alright.

(Sorry if it takes me awhile to reply... I got sick on Wednesday... And now Im fighting a horrible cough...)

(oh no! are you okay?)

Sibnele is still asleep, all curled up. His fingers twitch occasionally.

(Yea... I'll live I ways get a bad cough whenever I get sick)

I sigh and look around at the trees and the grass then a glance at Latan then back at the wolf I was drawing.

(that sounds horrible. . .)

Latan is playing with a small ball of flame again. You can feel its radiating warmth.

I smile at the warmth and glance over then got an idea, I abandoned my smokey wolf drawing and started mimicing him happily.

Latan grins. "Fire can do a lot more than destroy, huh."

"Yep..." I said smiling "what kinda fire is the hottest..." I ask looking at him.

"Well, that kinda depends," Latan says. "More than one person can have the hottest flame. It depends on your personality, age. . .all kind of factors, really."