Ifrit

A glint of metal on the ground catches your eye. You kneeled down and picked it up; a metallic lighter with such an exquisite design that seemed to shimmer and dance on your palm. You flicked the lid open and roll the flint; once, twice, nothing...pity, seems like it's ran dry. You tried it a third time, for luck, and dropped it in surprise when a being glowing with the warmth of a campfire crackles and blazes over your kneeling body...