"Ok, so I'm supposed to teach myself?" I asked. Councilor Bronte, Elwin, and Edaline were on standby with hoses connected to a stream.

"Yes, how many times do I have to tell you this?" Bronte said impatiently.

"Why are you here, no offense, but aren't you supposed to be doing some really important stuff?" I asked.

"Miss. Foster, I'm glad we are on the same page! I told the other nincompoops that too! But they were like, someone needs to make sure she doesn't blow up the world! And since I was the one who informed you about the task, they were like here, Bronte, Happy Birthday! Here's another insignificant thing for you to do, help a teenage girl master a forbidden ability!" He mimicked Councilor Emery again.

"Don't you find this unfair?" I questioned.

"What," Bronte snapped.

"That other pyrokinetics were treated like an outsider because of their ability and here I am aloud to master it in order to protect the council!" I was slightly angry at them for making me an exception yet again.

"Yes, it is. But in our world, you're just going to have to get used to it! Now, anymore questions?" He asked.

"Um, can I have a mentor?" I asked again.

"Nope, no more questions! Good now that we have that out of our system, Edaline, the books!" He demanded.

In one swift motion Edaline conjured a stack of books.

"Ok, so, are there any rules for this ability?" I asked.

Bronte let out a groan.

"I think you should call you no who to be her mentor," Elwin said.

"What, I can't! She'll rip my head off!" Bronte was scarred for once.

"You know the least she'll do is yell and burn your butt," Elwin stated casually.

"Who are you talking about?" I asked.

"SHH! Sophie this is an adult conversation!" They all yelled in unison.

"FINE! Leave me in the dark, I don't want to know anyway!" I sat down in a humph. This was really boring.

"Sophie, needs her, you can't deny it! Soon water won't just work, and you know it!" Elwin said.

"Maybe if you take Sophie with you it'll ease the blow?" Edaline asked.

"Fine, I'll do it, but this is for the council not you!" He said, giving them a glare. "Come on Sophie, you're coming with me!" He demanded. Edaline and Elwin gave me a sympathetic look.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Today's your lucky day, Miss. Foster! You are finally going to meet someone who hates my guts, and that is older than me. Oh, and also, she's one of the best pyrokinetics our world knows!" He said with a fake cheery attitude.

"Who is she?" I asked, afraid of the answer.

"My mother," He sneered, as he grabbed my hand and pulled me through the light.

A/N: Who would have none Bronte had a mother? Anyway, I am making her up, so don't judge me. Also, in case you haven't noticed, Bronte is deeply afraid of his mother. That's right, other than happiness, Bronte is afraid of his mother.  (Remember when she inflicted on him) Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed! As always thanks for reading! ;)

~Tapqueen101