Novel & Cerita Batu Menyala Dalam Air

I kneel and place my hand over the top of the surface and smile as I feel the heat coming from the calm waters. “It’s hot.” I say as I watch my own flames erupt on my fingertips. Joel stands next to me and gasps before he takes a few steps back. “That is like lava.” He says, and I nod my head, mesmerised by this phenomenon. How is this possible? “The water is enchanted, right?” I look at Joel and he smiles at me. I stand up and look up at the fire-fall as it is. I move closer to it. I begin to climb up the slippery rocks, with Joel right behind me. As I stand on the top. I gasp at the sight.

“Now, let’s add a little something, hm?” I placed my palms above the basin. The cool energy of the water thrummed beneath my skin, meeting the heat of the fire. The two forces collided in a flash of silver-blue light. The water rose, spiraling upward in tendrils that shimmered like ribbons of light caught in wind. Gasps rippled through the courtyard as the fire answered, stretching higher, golden tongues intertwining with the arcs of water. Steam rose between them and when it reached the air, it didn’t fade. It shifted and twisted, shaping itself into a luminous arc above the dais.

To grab the stones I use two branches as a clamp and one by one I drop them into the bark. This sound is accompanied by a large amount of steam every time a stone falls into the water. I also dropped a piece of burning coal, after all it won't change the taste of the water much and can help neutralize any negative effects that are present in it. It doesn't take long for me to start seeing results, water is heating up pretty fast. Success was so resounding that it even amazes me. Things have been so difficult so far that I can't help but get excited when things go well at first try.

It needed to be used, to be cherished and practiced. The air around me turned unbearably hot, until tendrils of flame erupted from the earth. They shot into the sky, forming an entire wall of solid flame. The crackle from the flame was almost deafening, nearly drowning out the watery hiss coming from the serpent. The water that coated the ground around Atlas, melted from my blast of heat, shot into the sky. The droplets collected and melted together, forming a wall that sat beside my own. Nearly one hundred feet in the air, fire and water became allies against soldiers of the night.

I smack my hands together and bounce them apart, “clash? Your water just putting out my fire?” “Nah, I don’t think I’m just water, I think it also has to do with like…breath?” Tony says, shaking his head at me, clearly excited. “But even then – fire and water don’t just cancel each other out,” he says, talking fast. My eyes go wide as I realize that he’s right. “We could like – boil oceans –“ “Make like, a whole bunch of steam –“ “It could be like a fog that spreads out over a countryside –“

The flame died with a hiss. My heart raced. My palms were damp. Then I tried the same with the water dish. I guided another tiny line of flame toward it. This time, when fire met water, the flame shrank at once. Steam rose. I frowned. Oil made fire grow and slip out of my grip. Water made the fire shrink and pull closer to my hand. I repeated the tests again and again, changing the air flow, changing the amount of oil and water. These details were not recorded clearly in Sloane’s book. There were warnings, but not this exact pattern.

Arizer picks up a log from near by. "Here try set this on fire." I send the flame to the log and the log turns to ash within seconds. Arizer smiling at me. This felt amazing. We kept practicing with fire for a bit longer and then moved onto water. Water felt nice and calming when I was using it. I made the water flow around me and part when I wanted it to. I thought I would try mix air and water to see if I could and when I sent about five hundered bubbles shooting straight towards Arizer I knew that I could. The more I used it the easier and easier it became. I was getting lost in everything that I could do.

She looked up at the chimney. Listened. From above. From inside the flue. A slow drip. Drip. Drip. Then faster. Then a thin stream. Water falling down the chimney. Hissing where it met embers. Steam rose. The fire died completely. Smoke curled into the room. Ethan opened the flue wider. More water poured in. Black. Salty. Sea water. They backed away. The stream slowed. Stopped. The hearth stone glistened. They opened windows.

I nodded my head in the direction of where a water and light display was attracting a bit of attention. “What is that?” She asked but proceeded toward the fountain. “It is just a large open space that has an area that shoots water out of the ground. Along with the water, lights flash in different colors. The display goes off the sound of a musical melody, changing the lights and where the water comes out of the ground or how powerful the display.” I tried to explain the best I could since I had never watched one up close. I have only heard about them or seen them on TV.

I hear my voice crack under the weight of exhaustion and fear. The simple bathroom beckons me, and I shuffled toward it, desperate for solace in the form of a hot shower. Steam billows around me as the water cascades over my skin, scalding but oddly comforting. I scrub my body vigorously, almost as though trying to erase the memory of flames licking at my fingertips. Yet, no matter how hard I try, the sensation lingers, an echo of the strange power i inadvertently unleashed.