The moment my brain begins to register the flames on my body, all those years of “Stop, drop, and roll!” take over. I fall to the ground, rolling over my arm to try and put out the flames. Eileen, knowing that she’s better off not messing with an active fire while literally covered in open cuts, immediately jumps to her feet. She lunges toward Herald, kicking him square in the gut and causing him to lose control of the last two hair tendrils.

As the torches drop to the ...