Scrap aimed the journal towards his small, makeshift fire bit. He gulped and wrote in the journal, "Make a small, controlable fire,." The words seeped in. Nothing happpened for a few minutes. Usually the pages would flap around or rip themselves out of the book. Not this time., The frontpagesstarted to crisp up as if they caught on fire. The next two pages followed next, but it stopped at the third pages. Scrap sighed and leaned back in his van. "Well... at least I didn't burn down the van like last time." He smile and let out a sigh of relief. The fire never left the boundaries of the journal. Not to mention didn't burn him as well. "At least I'm getting better at this."

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