Inheritance

My father gave me fire. He had a deep well for all elements but was most attuned to fire. While deep, each element would come out in uncontrolled bursts. As his well got deeper with time, these bursts became more frequent. In particular, he frequently used fire on those close enough to the flame to be burned. Early on, I had to counter this fire with my own, in order for him to feel similar burns to mine. No matter what I did, he never acquired a scar. Thinking only I can burn, and with a deepening pool of fire from absorbing his flame, I used it on others. The flames grew as I continued to burn any bridges I had. It wasn’t until I could see past the smoke at the charred remains behind me that I finally lost my flame.