I sit down and light a fire. I start sharpening my sword.

"Why do you have a glove for a sword?" Althael asks me.

"Why don't you have a weapon?" I ask.

"I do not find the use of blades- useful." He says.

"Is that why you trained me with a stick?" I ask.

"You still remember." He smiles.

"It's hard to forget getting hurt with a stick." I say.

"Good." He turns his head.

"Look... I'm trying." I sigh.

I drop the blade. I run my hand down my hair. 

"Trying?" He asks. 

"To god damn forgive you!" I yell.

Aw... crap. This is getting out of hand. Why would I forgive him? I'm letting my emotions take control. I promised myself I would never cry again, but now... I can feel them. I wipe my eyes. He looks at me. 

"Look, I promised myself to be strong without you." I say.

"Good. You need to be strong." He says.

"Can't believe I'm listening to the princess." I say.

"I can deal with try, my son." He says.

He puts his hand on my shoulder. I look at him. Maybe it's not so bad as I thought. Maybe things can be... I turn my head suddenly. He stands up. A comment was blasting to us. A comment? It was a ball of fire shooting down. I stand up. 

"He has come." Althael says.

"Who's he?" I ask.

"Should we run?" Horace asks.

"I would not like to get burned alive." Varian points out.

"No! Do not run, or you will burn." Althael says.

"Very noble of you tree man!" The fireball yells.

It slams into the ground. Althael gets in front of me. I grab Varian and pull him close. Dust and other debreee gets blown up. It forms a figure. A man with long fiery red hair. He had black horns. He had long red pants. His eyes open like flames.