The Flame of Rage

A surge of hot electricity rose within his bosom. His fingers tingled with fury. The flame seethed in his veins through his arms. It crawled up his spine and into his eyes. Cool down, boy, he said. He looked down on his hand. It was glowing. Sparks of flame flickered from the tips of his fingers. He looked back at the boy kneeling at the whipping pole. Rage filled his eyes. He shut them tight. Concentrate. He felt the fire collect in the center of his bosom. His heart pounded. Steadily. More steadily. He opened his eyes. And released it.