There was nothing, not just in the sense of darkness but sensation and feeling were nonexistent. Strangely enough, there was something there to feel the nothingness. This thing was a small and frail soul, a remnant of a living being slowly fading into the void of death.

"Small soul, do you want to live again if so I can grant your wish". A loud voice filled the void, hitting the soul like a wave. The soul failed to make a response, but despite its weak state, it struggled. With all it's remaining will, it reached out toward the voice.

"I feel your resolve little one, and so I will give you a new name, Ignym child of fire". The voice crashed into the soul again, this time surrounding it in a powerful aura. the soul felt warm, and for the first time safe in death.