They used to call me Starburner.
Now they call me a monster.
My telescope focuses on another galaxy, its stars and planets circling around each other in a dizzying dance.
"Hey, Little Starburner, what galaxy will you try to destroy today?" They'd laugh among each other, not realizing what their jokes did. Their words burned more than my matches.
I pull out my matchbox, staring at my reflection in the telescope. Burnt hair and face, a plastered on smile.
Fire in my eyes and heart.
They used to mock me.
Now they fear me.
I smile, pulling out a match.