Have you ever stood in the center of a raging inferno, the air thick with smoke and the heat touching every inch of skin you possess? But this time, the flames don't hurt as they lick my skin. In fact, that sensation feels nice, feels like home to me. So with every breath I pull that feeling into me, and let the flames churn in my chest, pushing me higher, further beyond, even as the cheap turnout gear given to me burns away. I feel more alive, constantly replenished by the influx of warmth, able to continue this as long as necessary throughout the night.

When I finally found the culprit, it wasn't some terrible beast, or a mischievous devil, but a small island creature, carried away from its home and put into the house of a rich man, and in a fit of stress, accidentally burned a forest. I looked at this creature, and saw only myself in its eyes. Cut from the same cloth, displaced creatures embodying massive and destructive force. I picked him up, and held him safe away from the creatures that were attacking him, and he sat comfortably in my arms. I proceeded from there to clean up the mess over the next several hours, then walked to the station.

On my way home, I was escorted by police, fire fighters and reporters alike, though I insisted that they refrain from using thier flash, because it was stressing out the little drakon. At the fire station i managed to keep it contained in a grill full of sand, which it seems to enjoy the quiet of immensely.