Meg awoke on a wooden floor, head pounding. It felt as if someone was hitting her head with a hammer. She winced as particularly painful pulse twinged through her head. It hurt to breathe, it felt like someone had a rock on her chest, making breathing harder. The air in the dark area around her was musty and thick, and almost humid, making her feel like she was in a rain forest. She pulled her knees up to her chest and curled up into a ball, getting used to the thick air. Once she was accustomed, she heard a voice. They seemed to be rambling. Afraid of finding him, she gulped and walked towards the muttering. She stealthily moved towards a person, who hadn't seen her yet. The pace at which they were breathing told that whoever they were, they were asleep. Meg poked the sleeping person, and they stirred.

"Um, hello?" Meg asked, shaking the person. She jumped back as they bolted upright.

"Wha?" They said. By he sound of their voice, Meg guessed it was a male. A teenager, actually. Meg gulped and spoke up. "Um, hi."

Their head turned towards her and they summoned a red flame in their palm. The reddish glow emitting from the small fire illuminated the pale face of a boy who looked to be about 17 years old. His reddish brown eyes seemed like they had seen things that a seventeen year old shouldn't have seen. His hair was chocolate brown and looked messy and tousled. "Um, wh-who are you?" He stuttered. Meg hesitated to answer. "I'm Meg." She answered. "Well, name's Max." He said "And if you're wondering about the magic red fire here," he said, pointing to his left hand, which held the flame, "I'm a sorcerer." The fire disappeared as his face fell. He was back.