The forest that was once so alive now chilled him. In the thirty degree heat he was shaking. The rage engulfed him like the fire engulfed everything in its path. The trees that sheltered so many with their spreading canopy of green and provided so much were now lifeless. Burning rage hissed through his body, screeching a demanded release. He knew exactly who had done this. It was their land, their home. How could they sacrifice so much because of some petty revenge? He knew that there was none of them around, for they knew how to handle fire, hence the name. But imagining an audience of fire clan members, he screamed with his whole body. His fists were clenched with blanched knuckles, the nails digging deeply into the palms of his hand, as his mouth hung open and rigid.
“You burnt down a forest, you pathetic murderers! And then you claim you were protecting your land? You are pitiful!”