Sacred Fire [ Language Arts Story ]

Alright, I wrote this for language arts. It's not necessarily my best writing piece but it will have to do.

Luke looked up from his writing. His unique red eyes sparkling with satisfaction. His book was coming along nicely. Luke rose from his chair, and tossed his long black hair from his eyes. Luke was quite unusual. Ever since birth Luke was able to manipulate fire. Summon it in thin air. Ever since he learned of his Sacred Fire, he did everything he could to fight evil. But there we some that were unhappy with his unique abilities. They believed only God should have this power.
One of them was Never-Melt, a powerful being who could conjure ice. Never-Melt was a hypocritical schizophrenic. But he truly wanted power and would annihilate anyone who got in his way.
Luke pondered over this as he turned on the news. What he saw was terrible. Never-Melt was in an alley, murdering an innocent civilian! Luke quickly changed into his firey red robes, and charged for the door.
Dark smoke floated up, tainting the atmosphere. Orange flames licked over Never-Burn's hands. Fire embraced him, loved him, and was loyal to him. For he was born with a Sacred Fire. This fire changed his life forever.
The screaming haunted him at night. The screaming of his enemies as they were incinerated, cast into the void.
"Well, well, well. What have we here?", a mysterious voice rang out from the shadows. Never-Burn's mind snapped back to reality, turning to face the voice. A hunk of sharp ice whizzed past Never-Burn's ear. This being was obviously a threat. The man stepped out from the shadows. Never-Melt.
Upon realizing this, Never-Burn quickly conjured fire, hurling the fireballs like an Olympic javelin thrower. Fire collided witht he walls of the dark alley, and scorch marks scarred the bricks.
Never-Melt's only reaction to this was a sinister smirk, as he rose his palms to shield himself from the blazing cascade of fire. As expected, Never-Melt let power flow through his arms, a blue shield of water enveloped him, commanding the fire to dissipate on contact.
Never-Burn furrowed his brow in thought. Several strategies were racing through his mind. Lost in thought, Never-Melt took his hesitation and turned it to his advantage. Never-Melt conjured an icicle and pushed all of his power into sending it whistling to Never-Burn. Never-Burn's eyes widened as the icicle penetrated his flesh, missing his heart by an inch. Blue fire erupted from the wound, and black fire glowed from his eyes.
"The Sacred Fire!" exclaimed Never-Melt, his eyes widening in fear. He could feel the power emnating from Never-Burn's corporeal form. Never-Burn advanced toward Never-Melt, rogue sparks flickering around him like a visible aura.
Never-Melt's futile attempts to hinder Never-Burn were unnecessary, for Never-Melt knew of the grim death in store for him. Conjuring his ice-staff, he roared a battle cry and charged towards Never-Burn to meet his fate. Never-Burn only smirked, and summoned his own staff. Driving the firey shaft into Never-Melt's chest. His last breath escaped his lips, and the Sacred Fire, blew out.

I just realized how terribly written this is.

Haha his name is LUKE!!!!!!

Badly written? I disagree. The imagery in the story is fantastic, you actually were able to draw a scene in my mind about what was going on, and in detail.

Very interesting storyline, too!

Thanks Luke. And his name is Luke for a reason.