Fire. Everywhere.

You had just burned down your entire town, your homeland, just because you lost your temper.

The tears flowed like acid down your cheeks, the sinking feeling in your chest like no other.

You stared at the fire, the crackle and burn, the collapsing buildings, the occasional cry for help.

You couldn't look away.

Until you felt a pair of cold, slender hands wrap around your eyes from behind, and a whisper travel into your ear.

"Don't cry, you did a great job."