Beyond the Darkness

The Great Fire: Czalavis

March 15th, 1984. Czalavis Serafino was called into the Chiefs' Hut the day after his 16th birthday. He didn't know why, but he couldn't ignore any orders from the chiefs, especially his father. As soon as he went through those oaken doors, he was face to mask with each of the chiefs.
The one on the left controlled the dreams and nightmares of their race, the Flareites. Radgelin's skull mask fit his expression perfectly. He rarely spoke, and when he did, it was with little expression. The one on the right bore a moon as a mask. He was an excellent sorcerer, knowing most types of magic. He was known as Wriin.
Lastly, Eredos. Czalavis's father. He raised him and his older brother until the elder one was old enough to take care of themselves. His mask was interesting. One half was pure white, the other crimson. Two horns stuck out of the top sides like the pinchers of a insect. He was staring at his son with a cold stare.
"Great Chiefs of the village," Czalavis spoke. "Why have you summoned me to your chamber?"
"You know the exact reason, Serafino," Wriin spoke.
"You have dishonored all of the village with your deeds," continued Radgelin.
"What? I didn't-"
Wriin interrupted. "Silence. You will be sentenced for your insolence. Eredos, if you will."
Eredos rose and walked to his son. He placed his right hand on Czalavis's red fire. This is it, the boy thought. My dad's about to end my life. I can't do anything. Suddenly, everything went dark.
When he awoke, Czalavis looked around at burned remains. Flareite corpses were scattered around the area. But he didn't recognize anyone. He didn't recognize where he was, or his own name. In a confused state, he left to the nearest city, hoping to find someone who can help. Yet, with all of the bodies laying limp, two others decided to follow.