Most of Ember’s childhood was lived in the cave. She hated it. Her attitude was fiery. She was a handful. Listening was a problem for her. If I’d let her, she would frolic around the forest hunting.
She was 16 at this point, and I was trying to teach her to fly in my now tiny cave. I had to make some changes to make room for her. She had shifted a month prior, so now she was even more unmanageable.
“Dante!” She yelled at me.
I had been enjoying a quiet morning with some hot tea I had made, but as usual. She couldn’t allow me that.
“Dante!” She yelled again.
“Ember, if you keep yelling, I am going to hang you from the ceiling by your ankles.” It was somewhat of an idle threat.
She walked over to where I was sitting and eyed me.
“You will have to watch me first, old man…. Anywa
