Since that day my brother became crazily obsessed with making me breath fire again.

  When I told him how anger was the trigger for it that time. He relentlessly tried to agitate me. Doing thinks such as

  throwing rotten tomatoes at me, pouring ice cold water

  over my head when I was not looking.

  This did not bring me to the point of breathing fire.When I told him that, “I think it also may have had something to do with you being in danger, and that I felt a need to

  protect you.”

  That is when he went completely mad. He did things to

  provoke criminal activity against himself. He sold

  forbidden magic to two competing mage bars, and told

  both that he sold secret information about their practice

  to the other.

  Stole from the biggest thief company. Broke into a mobs

  home base, and even shot the king of this countries foot. Not only that but he did all of this on the same day.

  So our quite little village was soon over run by a lot of

  angry people. My brother then announced his presence

  to all of them, and in a cocky tone said.

  “Do you think you could win if you tried.”

  That is what finally drove me over the edge. My stomach

  felt like sparks poking at its center traveling up my throat, all the way to the base of my toughen. “I have had it with your crazy behavior lately!” I shout and as I do fire

  spreads from the tip of my toughen all the way to just in

  front of my brothers feet.

  “Ha ha ha ha ha, I did it at last.” My brother laughingly

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  states. I am not shocked from the fact that I once again

  breathed fire, but the tone in my brothers voice.

  All those angry people are taken a back

  by what they just witnessed.

  “Okay, take this please, it is what they stole from you.”

  My brother says as he hands the crown of the king to the kings knights.

  “Unbelievable, is that what I think it is.” One of the

  knights speak as though he just met a god. You see the

  crown of the king had been stolen over thirteen years ago. My brother then apologize to the knights. “I formally regret shooting the king,but this was the only way I could get you here to arrest the

  most cunning thieves of all time.”

  The knights take a long look at my brother. “Alright we

  will talk to the king about this, also we will be taking you lot into custody." The most senior knight says to

  the group of thieves.

  There is one more thing you can do before you leave.”

  My brothers words being charmingly spoken.

  “What is that?” The knights ask. “Draw up an agreement

  plan between this to mage groups, a truce of sorts.”

  My brothers words being polite as possible to them.

  “Alright we will” Those were the finale words before the knights left with their new prisoners. “Now brother

  remember this day and those feelings you experienced

  earlier today, you do not want me to repeat a similar

  incident, just so you can breath fire again do you?”

  My brothers words shook me, so I imprinted that feeling

  deep in my heart. The next day I thought of the exact feeling I had, and was able to breath fire at will.