Flame that should have died

One summer afternoon, brothers and friends at the lake.
Jumping from the tower to the water,
a fantastic day of fun, until
Adair is not coming back to the surface.
  He jumped too deep.
Got his hands stuck in the mud.
Adair can’t get away.
He’s about to drown,
Because of having fun in the afternoon.
  No more air, lungs are hurting
time to let go, embrace the silence under water
Friends dive in, grabs his feet,
gets him off the mud and back to shore.
Water pours out from his lungs and he breaths again.
  Would his friends have let him drown there and then
if they’d known what a man Adair came to be.
Man who burned the lands with his flame and devoured the dead.