I pull my shirt on.

"We must go north." He says.

"Is that where those creatures are?" I ask. 

"Yes, the Hail of Fire." He says.

"I remember you telling me about this." I say.

A gate of fire from what I remember. A fire kingdom. I remember Althael telling me about it when I was... little, before he left me. I don't really remember the rest of the details. However, I pull my glove on; I have no idea what we're walking into.

"Yes. I have told you of the battle between flame and tree." He says.

"It wasn't much of a battle how you described it." I say.

"I tried to dim down the aspects for you." He says.

"Be honest with me, is there a high possibly that we might be walking to our deaths?" I ask.

"Yes." He nods.

I let out a breath.

"I would not have asked you if I had no other choice." He says.

"Well, I'm glad that you had no other choice dad." I push past him.

"Hector listen." He puts his hand on our shoulder. 

I turn back to him.

"This flame will burn everything. If we do not stop it, the realm shall burn. The blood will be spilled, will fill a river." He says.

"Okay, okay, thanks for that." I say. 

I open the door.

"Let's just go before no one notices we're gone." I say.

"You do not wish for them to help us?" He asks.

"I don't want them to get hurt by you or me." I say.

"Very well." He nods.