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Son of a fire-breathing dragon...
Tobias groaned as he forced himself to walk. How long had he been walking? A few hours at least. Considering the wounds to his head, stomach and leg he wished it been longer. Maybe he should have brought some friends with him. Even with the element of fire at his command, eight against one was still a pretty uneven match. But what friends did he have? Everyone back home thought he was crazy. "Oh yeah, sure, a glowing figure appeared to you in a dream, gave you your powers and told you to spread the news about some sort of 'Anointed One'. Do you know how many times we've heard that? You just had some bad cheese before bed. And your powers? You've probably always had them, you just didn't know it." This coming from possibly the smallest village on the planet. They may as well call it Smallville.
The pyrokinetic groaned again. He was starting to get dizzy. He would probably pass out soon, but he couldn't stop. He had to get as far away from his pursuers as possible. Even if he had no idea where he was going. Just keep steppin', just keep steppin'...
If he tripped then or simply couldn't stand any longer was anyone's guess, but he came tumbling face first to the ground. Dust rose up, stinging the still open wound on his scalp. Tobias gritted his teeth and brushed the strands of sandy blonde out of his eyes. It was then he noticed it: blood.
Yeah. Maybe it would be good to rest a while.