The flames faded with each leaf that grew from the stick, engulfing every burning area in their majestic greenness. Damien watched Flappy scrunch his face in concentration, his hands outstretched in the flame's direction as he focused on the task at hand—putting out the fire.
"What's going on Flap—what in the satin hell?" The old tailor cried at the top of his voice, rummaging the insides of his suit jacket and pulling out a beautiful lilac wand that he pointed in the flame's direction.
"Engorgia!" He yelled before a bright yellow light shot from his wand at the growing leaves, only to make them glow.
"Ah, shit, wrong spell. That one's for making things more beautiful and sparkly," he told Eden who had followed him after hearing the noise before turning to the flames and yelling out:
"Morphis Gigantica!"
