Her city burned, her lungs felt as if they could implode at any moment but she knew she had to run and would keep running for as long as she lives. Tears stung her bloody face as they fell and each step she took further away from her home broke her heart into smaller and smaller pieces.

He ran further away from where he had lived, where he had trained and where he thought he would have always loved to be. It was just a house, not a home, a home is where your heart thrives not a place that slowly kills it. His new home was on this road far away from his past and the academy and he knew that with enough time and space, hi heart would slowly begin to heal.

Their hands produced a dull glow as they ran, further away from the castle and the four walls that they had called home for as long as they remembered. It would be safer this way, those people had only ever protected them, it only made sense to return the favour.

His head ached, he had just awoken from another nightmare. Lava, rocks, Tight chest, strong grips, falling, men laughing, heat, so much heat, too much heat, dizzy, head aching, waves crashing, smoke, fire, city burning and gone. He had been having this dream at least once a night for 200 years and the strong stench of smoke and ash was still imprinted on his brain. All this time and he still had no more of an idea of how he had gotten here. What had happened between the events in his dream and now?

He was hot. Boiling hot. He had been walking for the best part of a day, and had only had a couple of sips from a well. He was burning up, his temperature rising. He could no longer take it. He ran to the well, away from the busy roads, and tore off his cloak and shirt with it. He flicked his long hair back and dipped his head into the water. As he pulled his head out of the water he saw a flash behind him and noticed that all his clothes were gone. He quickly turned around and saw a boy running away with a handful of clothes, HIS CLOTHES!!

The small boy ran. Ran faster than he had ever ran before. All the hopes he had for his future lay in these clothes, in the material that they were made of, the pretty things in their pockets and the colour of their threads. Up until now he had had no idea of what to do with his life, stumbling around in the darkness barely surviving, but now he knew exactly what to do. He ran straight into a doorway, making sure that the man following him could see, and jumped really high and then POOF, he went right through the keyhole.