The fire came first. No one called it fire at the time of course, the villagers called the judgement but the local weather witch called it and unfortunate wind patterns or ,"what a tragedy," followed by ," those poor people." Only after the wound on the forest healed did they call it a fire. Only after the bodies were found did they call it what was, a fire. A majestic, beautiful fire that burned for only a heartbeat but left fate forever changed. 

        But that was long ago and no one calls it anything anymore. But the spirits of the forest are still waiting, waiting to burn the world down. And the worlds last defense, well... lets see if they make it past puberty shall we?