With little time left, he had no time to ponder on the idea that had just crossed his mind. He had to act on it with immediate effect, and hope that it worked out for him because his survival depended on it.
'Alright, I can do this….Just breathe in and breathe out, how hard could it be?!'
He broke the brittle sticks into smaller shards so they could comfortably fit into his hand without pricking his skin. Then he held them tight, covering his hands to avoid the cold moving through.
'Now, concentrate as you did back at the second shed, but this time differently. Project an image of a ball in your hands, a hot ball rolling in your folded hands'
He closed his eyes, keeping them tight for the process. His mind portrayed an image, but his thoughts weren't stable. Even though it was little, he had fear in him. Fear that something could attack him while he closed his eyes to generate the flame.
