by Liyah M.

Created on: June 11, 2009

*[one woman's journey]*

-Prologue-

Fire from the pits broke out into the streets and hungrily consumed the on looking human beings. Cries rose up in the air and carried thousands of miles. There were four round pits, twenty-feet in width and two-feet in height, made from thick marble slabs that stood in the heart of town. In each of them were holes made to shoot flames up and pose as a firefall (imagine a waterfall). They shoot a mere thirty feet in the air and spiral back down into the bowels of the pits where more flames commence to spring up. And in-between those four circular bowls stand a twenty-foot memorial to former King Ace Loutermille who died in battle to a flash fire.

His fire still burns to today.

"Someone! Please, help me! My child; he is stuck! Somebody!" Cries a woman as she desperately reaches for her child, who was clearly pinned under a fallen tree. Flames also crawled up the back side imminent to devour her son.

"Get back!" Shouts a young girl looking to be twelve years old. She sprinted toward the enflamed tree with a small bottle in her hand. The woman looked up with a scowl on her face before recognizing who the girl was. She immediately stood and tears poured down her face.

"Lady Shanti, oh thank you. Please save him." She said. Shanti maneuvered quickly pouring the liquid from the bottle and over her body, careful not to spill any on the ground.

"What is his name?" She questioned over the noise solely focused on saving the little kid.

"Ramn." Shanti nodded.

"Ramon, push your arm forward and when you feel me grip your hand go limp. Do you understand?" He whimpered a yes. She leaned forward and took his soot covered fingers in her hand. Pulling him out from beneath the burning tree she accounted a gash on her forearm but thought nothing of it. Once he was safe she scanned him for wounds, and only finding minor ones she gave him back to his mother.

"Thank you so much, Shanti! Oh I thank you with everything that is holy!"

Shanti gave a tired smile and waved before walking off. By that time fire fighters were on the premises evacuating and putting out the fire. Shanti's eyes narrowed in suspicion; who or what could have caused the fire? Never before have there been one like so, and the Loutermilles took extra special and important precautions just to make sure and maintain good terms; prevent things like tonight. She cut through backyards and took back streets heading for

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