Cinder lived in the Ember Peaks, a volcanic wasteland where the sky rained ash and the rivers flowed with liquid rock. He was loud, impulsive, and hot-tempered—literally. When he laughed, sparks flew. When he cried, hot lava seeped from his eyes and hardened into obsidian tears. He was lonely. Every rock he touched turned to glass. Every living thing he tried to hold withered to cinders. The other fire creatures respected his power, but they feared his wild heart.
They met at the edge of the Ash Bog. He stood on a cooling slab of basalt; she rose from a steam vent in a pillar of liquid grace. lava boy water girl
"We have to work together," she said.