Part 1: Martine’s Story is here

“Martine! Martine! Wait up!” cried Wick, bobbing along behind the mahar as she hustled her way through the park.

Martine looked back quickly, then gestured for Wick to hurry up. Wick sighed, and tried to bob through the air a little faster. Martine had told him to always try and stay hidden, ever since Wick had manifested a couple of years ago. She had the power to make fire, which Wick thought was super neat, but she didn’t seem to think that it was as neat as he did. She had gotten pretty good at controlling it, but one day she had accidentally created Wick, and hadn’t been able to figure out how to get rid of him.

Wick was pretty relieved that Martine hadn’t been able to make him disappear.

“Hey, Martine! Look over there! That bush is covering the path a bit, we should--”

“No,” Martine cut him off.

“But, but, we could just--”

“Not a chance.”

“Okay, but we’d be helping other people if we just burned a little of that bush--”

“Absolutely not, Wick,” replied Martine.

“But--” Wick tried to argue.

“And burn the whole park down? Wick, it’s never just a little burn with you. Maybe you’re just trying to help, but a little burn will turn into a big burn in no time.”

Wick pouted as he hid in Martine’s backpack. She never let him help. It wasn’t his fault that sometimes when he tried to help things got out of control. He was just doing his best.

He suddenly got jolted around in the backpack, popping his head out he found that Martine had tripped over something.

A tree branch lying on the sidewalk.

He perked up. “Martine, can’t we just burn it just a teeny bit? So no one else gets hurt?”

She gave him a look over her shoulder and sighed.

“Just this once.”

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