The River. The Lifeblood. The veins that flow throw the body of the land. A graceful, flowing strait. I place my hand into a river of fire. Terror shivers along my spine as the blue flames flicker up my arm, curling up my shoulder and creeping onto my face. I open my mouth, as if to scream, but I laugh. The feeling of power curls inside my chest, replacing all other emotions. They say that power is addictive. I told them I was different. I lied. I'm the same as everyone else.