Jube sat in the forest just outside of the village. He practically claimed the spot on the log just before the pond. lily pads floated in the murky water, and the moss on the trees made his surroundings even more green. He spent most of his days at the pond; Jube liked to avoid people around their village. They seemed to treat him like the black sheep for his timid personality in which they helped shape by years of bullying and cruel pranks. As it so happened, the pond was one of the few places he could practice his abilities.
He focused hard on the palm of his hands. He'd managed to create fire a few times, but it took a lot of will power to do so. After several minutes of trying, he decided it was time to head back into the village. Jube stood up from his spot, some leaves sticking to his brown shirt. With a sigh, he walked along the dusty trail out of the brush.