Alastair sat in his room freezing, he kept trying to make flames to warm himself but couldn't, "God dammit. All I can ever make is this pathetic little flame!" He shouted as he tried agin making a small flame once more he smashed his hand against the freezing wall. Alastair got out of his bed and put his was against the wall thinking of how things weren't going as well as he planned he felt horrible even with his healing taking all these punishments was starting to hurt his body was covered in burns, cuts, and even lashings from the bull whip and now he was freezing. But the thing that really made him mad was the fact that even through it all the others just thought of his as a self righteous prick. "Let's see who will take the beatings or you then! Let's see who will look out for you damn assholes!" Alastair yelled watching his arm explode into flames they were a much darker color now and seemed to almost have a heart beat the flames raced up his arm their dark color blending well with his arm. "Well fine you won't see me protect you anymore." Alastair said starting to calm down he watched as the flames crawled back down his arm into his palm there was a moderate size flame in his palm giving off warmth. Alastair just looked into thinking of what to come.