Once the oil was poured in, flames and sparks danced in the night sky, like a vortex of fire. I could hear wind whistling, the leaves rustling, flames flickering everywhere, and then, to myself, quietly humming a bittersweet rhythm. I’d always asked myself this question, if I was one of the elements of air, ground, fire, or water, which one will suit me the most. Everyone would tell me that my personality was like fire, burning and hot-headed, and I had to say, I agree. I’m not afraid of fire. I could sit right next to fire, if I felt like it... That’s what I did in Mt. Madonna’s camping site. This time, I did it when my dad was pouring in leftover oil. One whole gallon of oil for the fire to feed on. Right at that moment, everything went wrong.
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Fire! Get water!” screamed a voice. I couldn’t tell who was yelling, but all I could see was a battle between my dad and the fire. A battle between who could get the half a gallon of oil was still in the container. The Flame Demon wanted it all, but my dad covered the container of oil with his hands. Can my dad withstand the fire’s burn? Will the fire burn out with reinforcement from our side? The Flame Demon didn’t back down. He covered my dad’s hand like a blanket and started roasting it. My dad’s face turned red, but he kept his hands on the container. The weight of the container started to feel heavier than it was usual, because my dad lift it down, His hands looking more red instead of the pale skin he actually has. He needed water and fast. Where can I get water? I scanned around the campsite. That’s when I notice something else. Everyone else were either getting water or panicking, and while that was happening, other little sparks of fire were catching leaves and bushes on fire. Think Leyna, I told myself, close my eyes, and tried to remember where I could get water. Suddenly, an idea hit me and I ran to my car. I clumsy tried to opened the trunk of the car in a rush. It was locked. Where were the car keys? I couldn’t wait to get water. The water faucet took too long to run over there even if I did it, and the water would take too long to spew out. I tried to opened the car door, but it was locked. The windows were open though. Maybe I can climb in? I took a running start and jumped into the car. I scrambled into the back and took some water guns that we used for river rafting. I shook it a little and heard water shaking around. Good, I thought and crawl back out of the car. There was still leftover water from the water guns. I sprint back to the campfire but the obstacle between the Flame Demon was worse than before. His minions were setting the forest on fire. The forest was shaking like it was in pain, and my dad’s hand was dark brown from the
Fire! Get water!” screamed a voice. I couldn’t tell who was yelling, but all I could see was a battle between my dad and the fire. A battle between who could get the half a gallon of oil was still in the container. The Flame Demon wanted it all, but my dad covered the container of oil with his hands. Can my dad withstand the fire’s burn? Will the fire burn out with reinforcement from our side? The Flame Demon didn’t back down. He covered my dad’s hand like a blanket and started roasting it. My dad’s face turned red, but he kept his hands on the container. The weight of the container started to feel heavier than it was usual, because my dad lift it down, His hands looking more red instead of the pale skin he actually has. He needed water and fast. Where can I get water? I scanned around the campsite. That’s when I notice something else. Everyone else were either getting water or panicking, and while that was happening, other little sparks of fire were catching leaves and bushes on fire. Think Leyna, I told myself, close my eyes, and tried to remember where I could get water. Suddenly, an idea hit me and I ran to my car. I clumsy tried to opened the trunk of the car in a rush. It was locked. Where were the car keys? I couldn’t wait to get water. The water faucet took too long to run over there even if I did it, and the water would take too long to spew out. I tried to opened the car door, but it was locked. The windows were open though. Maybe I can climb in? I took a running start and jumped into the car. I scrambled into the back and took some water guns that we used for river rafting. I shook it a little and heard water shaking around. Good, I thought and crawl back out of the car. There was still leftover water from the water guns. I sprint back to the campfire but the obstacle between the Flame Demon was worse than before. His minions were setting the forest on fire. The forest was shaking like it was in pain, and my dad’s hand was dark brown from the