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Fire

The fire allowed the ancestors to come down the trees and stay alive and not be extinct. Fire is the thing that one knows of that gives heat in the winter and allows food to be edible, some food like meat which can't be eaten raw. The fire allows the food we eat to be more digestible, eggs and cucumbers, eggplants and spinach.

The fire, that one uses in the opening ceremony Olympics in your dimension, is symbolic as a person carries the fire on a torch and travels a long distance to the place where the fire is lit. Symbolic for the start of International competition worldwide.

Fire, however, is also found in explosions, TNTs, and natural disasters.

The fire found in the sun supports all forms of life, the same form of fire is found on earth which can destroy us making us lifeless. Fire is a dangerous thing indeed.

Burns can damage the cells, and intensive burns can destroy the epithelial cells allowing severe water loss and thirst. If this is not treated immediately it may cause a lot of damage.

The same fire which gives us warmth in the cold winter and is used to celebrate festivals can cause irreversible damage and cause death.

The fire and explosions that allows the sterilization of equipment, the same fire causes a pathway for infection. The same pathway leads the migration of bacteria from the outside into the inside of a body.

The red and orange flames are so vividly captured in the eyes, the same fire which allowed the ancestors of humans to descend from the trees and provided protection from different animals, the same feeling of nostalgia of seeing fire after returning home during winter, providing warmth and survival during the cold.

And Demark knew he wasn't different from the billions of humans who lived on the earth. He knew that a burn is a burn. Damage is damage. And death is death. There is no coming back when the damage is irreversible.

Despite all of this, he went to the room which was burning. As expected all he saw remaining was the empty room with ashes. His family had been burned alive and cremated. The dark ashes of this family remained. He took out a small bag usually used to keep coins and collected the ash.

He started at the building and a burning wood piece fell in front of him. He knew he would have to leave.

He left the building reluctantly and heard a large thud behind. He walked faster away from the house lightly but with his mind and heart heavy and grasped his bag which was filled with the remains of his family.

After he reached a distance which he believed would be safe enough to turn around, he turned around and found that the house was crumbling down.

He wanted to curse his fate. About 10 to 11 years ago he had to go into another dimension to run away from monstrosities. And now the reasons he went out of the so called paradise island after exiting the portal according to the old man was because he could meet and stay with his family. And that he did indeed and was grateful for it.

He had crossed 30 now and knew it was childish to expect his parents would be there for him forever. But some part of him expected him that they would call back. That he would recognize the voices and reply.

But all he heard when he listened deeply was the blazing fire and the crackling. And all he saw the what remained of his wooden house.

The place where he as a child started crawling in the ground. The place where he said his first word. The place where he started crawling on the ground. The place where his mother used to sing him songs. Songs of his childhood songs about different words and those rhymes that helped him understand the world better. The words he would use in his everyday life.

Of course, during his teen years he would seek refuge and try his best to run away to contemplate the deep workings of nature. Which adult in their seven years of teenage didn't at one point of their teenage want to be left alone?

The house which he sometimes took for granted was now turning into ashes and rubble. The dance of the flames. The heat could even reach Demark as the the light brown haze and fog turned to black.

But Demark knew he had to go on. He knew he had to learn more about nature and capture the inner workings of it. He knew he had to do things on earth for the sake of the dead and the living. He knew he had to contribute what had been contributed to him. He knew he was in debt though no one raised the question.

He felt an obligation to live as his house burned so did his desire to live and to live until he had that drive and purpose to guide him.

Listening to the crackling sounds of the fire brought him from his contemplation to reality. Lyson
which was the protector of the village had fallen and so had the village fallen with it. Lyson had fallen short of the surprises of the variety of tactics used by Silva. And Git would be resting today as his mind would finally calm down just like a fire extinguishes after a lot of burning.

Git had never met Demark nor had Demark heard about Git. Though he might have read it somewhere on the curious and strange floor of the upper church.

Git would be remembered as a skilled general and tactician for the years to come. About 400 miles away Git was celebrating but silently as a way he had developed when he was younger when he needed to face another difficulty too.

He had reached the end of his first career as a person who dedicates his life for the progress of a state and safety and insurance of his people. 

He slowly closed his eyes to reach a trance.