Daniel was now standing inside the empty cabin in which his family had been living for the past two and a half years.
He could feel the familiar smell of the flowers which his sister liked the most, as there was a bouquet of them in a vase right in the middle of the table, along with four clean bowls. A small black pot was hanging from a wooden branch right above a recently extinct fireplace, and in it, was a vegetable soup which Daniel was way more than used eating.
Without thinking too much about it, Daniel picked one of the four bowls, walked towards the black pot, and scooped a portion of it. He then used his comprehension of fire to warm the bowl of soup.. A minute alter, right as he was about to form a spoon with metal essence, the bowl chipped, and broke.. Making the warm soup drip all over his legs.
"Damn it.." Said Daniel with disappointment before taking one of the tissues from the table, and cleaning his clothes off of the spilled soup.
