Best - 100 Prompts
A girl, caught between child and young woman, stood before a small pile of wood, stacked into the shape of a campfire. In her hand was a wooden staff, taller than herself, letters of a very old tongue carved into it's surface. Her blue eyes shined with determination as she looked upon the pile of wood, her thumb idly tracing a rune on her staff.
"Come now, Raewyn," rumbled her teacher from behind herself, "Show us how it's done!"
The girl, Raewyn, lifted her staff. She whispered in the same ancient language that her stave was covered in, hands moving subtly. Every syllable had to be pronounced perfectly, every motion just right. There was no room for error, if you wanted perfection. If you wanted to be the best. She felt for her Gift, told it what she wanted it to take the shape of, forced it into and through the enchanted wood in her grasp. On the final word, she pointed the staff at the unlit campfire and a gout of flame burst forth from the end, rushing towards the wood pile, lighti