With shaking hands I fought the sleepiness that threatened to overcome my being. The sticks that I had gathered from around the forest were all bundled up to the right.
Slowly I started to build a little tower, the sticks slowly forming into something that would hold a fire.
Once that was done I flexed my aether and drew out all the cold from the sticks, changing them from wet to sparking. I frowned when I did that, usually when I was assigned to make a fire it would take longer to spark the wood. It was like my power had gone up a level. I knew it wasn't a problem with skill because I had enough of that. My control over aether was second to no one.
Well not no one but everyone in the alliance had lesser control over their aether.
I shook those thoughts out of my head and blew on the sparks. The sparks quickly ignited into a blazing inferno that I stoked with more wood that I had gathered.
