The moment Zaithens disappeared, the fire flared brightly and then began to fade, dwindling slowly into charred remnants of the wildlife that had once lived on the mountainside. Birds flew through the air in fear as their homes were destroyed by the sudden blaze. Some animals had not escaped and their burned remains littered the ground.
Kai was slowly coming back to himself, his limbs shaking as with an ague as his eyelids fluttered open. At first he thought he was dreaming....his vision was filled with flickering lights of oranges, reds, blacks, blues...but when he closed his eyes against them the heat against his face was enough to let him know that this was not just a dream. The smoke stung his eyes, but, oddly enough, the heat was not unbearable even at this distance. It would be enough to make anyone else wonder, but all Kai could think of was how the hell he managed to wake up in the middle of a burning inferno with a head ache to rival the biggest drunkard in the world.
He felt his limbs shift as the green creature he had met before scooped him up, obviously thinking that the flames were going to injure him. Luckily enough, although Kai didn't know, the powers that were given to Zaithens were also his powers. He had just never been able to unlock them, let alone know they were their to unlock.
His eyes opened, returning to the rich chocolate brown they were normally, his red hair falling back to a subtle shimmer of fire and his features back to that of a sixteen year old boy.
"W...what?" he murmered, pushing away the creatures arms in order to push himself up to his knees. "Another blackout?" he was talking to himself more than anyone else and he pressed his hands to his forehead, slightly surprised to find them noticeably warmer than he remembered.
Looking up he took in the smoldering landscape that now laid before him and groaned. The flames had followed him here as well! What was wrong with him that each time he slipped into oblivion fire always followed? Sometimes he woke to burning houses, screaming people running away....sometimes it was something small...like this. It was sad that he looked around the charred landscape and viewed it as small when more often people would view it as large....but he gauged intensity on the number of people the fires had injured, and it appeared that in this instance there was only one, and he seemed to be completely normal.
"Not more fire..." he muttered in disgust, wrapping his arms around his chest and sitting back on his heels with a shuddering sigh. It was too much, all that followed him. He jsut wanted it to end.
