Pythia POV:
We decided that it was best I take turns with each carrier instead of throwing myself in to different things all at once. "Are you ready?" Atsila asked. "As ready as I will ever be." I replied. Tye was sitting with Apollo keeping him occupied while I trained. "Open your hand like this, concentrate your anger in to fire, picture it in your head." Atsila said, I watched as his eyes turned a bright red and a little ball of fire appear in his hand. I took a deep breath and opened my hand, palm up and thought of my burn marks I now have, how angry I felt knowing those damn elders are responsible for it. I could feel my hand start to heat up. Don't put too much thought in to this. I can do this. I kept picturing me coming face to face with them and the more I imagined it the hot
