scarf's element: element awoken

It had been a few days since scarf had found his strange mechanical-plate, it had been useful over the past few days, able to store his tools, gather information on how best to fix things, though he scarcely needed this function, at least for simpler tasks. It also held things other than tools, and scarf had shamelessly been using it to store his lunch. Beyond the obvious parts, there were two things that were deeply confusing the otter, the first was how it got his name, though given how powerful an object it was, he considered it may be able to scan the ship’s logs and merely pick the name based off of some sort of paw recognition. It’d make sense given it only activated when he had touched it.

The other was what it meant when it said //Element: Fire//. This part was the most confusing one for the green otter, who had spent a few hours over the few days he had the object, wondering what on earth it meant. No matter how much he poked and prodded the seemingly alien device, it offered little in the way of answers, if it had them at all, so he was forced to concede that trial and error was the only way it would work. 

His first test was on the item itself, which he began to call raven. He had cautiously held a small flame up the edge of the item, using a small match. Holding it there for a short while, he let the fire lick at the edges of the hovering pad, and then pulled it away. The metal, surprisingly, showed no signs of the heat affecting it, and upon touch, it was stone cold. The next test was to see if it could create any form of fire, and he spent a few hours trying to figure out how it could do this. To no avail. He kept trying everything he could think of, and he was starting to lose his cool. He knew he should avoid this, given he was an engineer, and needed to be ready to be called upon whenever possible. 

However, he lost his temper, and felt like shouting, the fires of his newfound rage bubbling up, and begging for a way to release, he slammed his paw against the wall, and the fire found its way. Which came as a mighty surprise to the otter, who was now far less furious, and much more surprised. His paw was on fire, and he should be in great pain, or losing his mind in fear, if he was normal. But what he saw before him was clearly not normal, as he felt no pain, and did not feel fear. Yet his paw continued to flicker with fire, and the raven supplied some sort of an answer. Upon its screen, a large message stood, its white text in contrast with the orange background //element unlocked; fire//.

Scarf was slightly worried after a few minutes of his paw flickering red, as he couldn’t figure out how to extinguish it. The solution was surprisingly provided by raven, again, which merely told him to calm down, the words on the screen seemingly springing to life on their own. Scarf obeyed the words, and the fire began to calm, it’s angry crimson orange beginning to dim, until eventually it went away for the moment, though scarf could still feel it, somewhere inside him, something had just opened up, and let forth a strange fire, not one to burn him, but one that would help him. 

Over the course of the next few days, maybe even more than a week, Scarf began to experiment with his abilities, discovering there were many ways to harness this element. The simplest of which was to merely focus on the internal fire and bring it forward, this resulted in his paws setting ablaze, or if he focused more, he could make a more controlled flame, almost like a sphere above the palm of his hand. What he didn’t know, until he tried it in front of the mirror, was that his eyes also seemed to fill with fire when he did this. After experimentation this too could be controlled, but it took a little effort. A sign he was still learning.

Raven told him that there were other ways too, though he wasn’t quite ready for them, such as spells, words of power, which would allow him to focus the fire into various effects, and the most powerful, yet hardest, was the sigils and glyphs that one day he hoped to master, which would allow him to harness the full extent of his pyrological abilities.

There was a long journey ahead of the otter, but he knew he was not alone, whatever seemed to live inside the raven, it was with him, and maybe he could build it a body? There would surely be others that had this ability out there.. Wouldn’t there?