Fire Caps

Chapter 4

Cairo, Egypt
Saturday, January 5th 5:21 p.m.
Seif

Saturday was synagouge day.
I live in Egypt, but my family is devout Jewish. Supposedly my great-great-some amount of greats-grandparents were Israelite slaves to the Egyptians. So we are Jewish.
I hate going to the synagouge. I had every reason to choose a different path for my life after my bar mitzvah and just sleep in - like any normal person - on Saturday mornings.
Apparently the world wanted to punish me for thinking that way when on consecrated ground.
As soon as I stepped one inch inside of synagouge worship center, fire fell from the sky.
Well, obviously they didn't come from the sky - just the devils in its limits.
I legitimitally thought - just for a second, if you're jumping to conclusions - that the synagouge was burning because I had walked in.
I had to hold back a told ya so remark aimed at my mom.
Despite that on every map in the world our small town is lumped with the big city of Cairo, Egypt, the population that my family is included in is actually a small town with no name. Actually, according to our offficial population, we are a village.
That's right, a village. We aren't even in a town as small as it may have been. Nope, it's a village.
And our village is practically made of a bunch of wooden shacks lined up and stacked in top of each other.
So guess what the dragonfire burned first. Our village.
Apparently the synagouge was the first building touched by the dragonfire. I say that pretty much shouts that even the dragons that weren't supposed to exist were affected by Hitler and the Nazis.
Screw the Nazis. Screw the dragons. I was gonna live, I tell you. Live. Survive.
Uh oh. The market just burned. All that beautiful fruit just wasted. Better run while I can.
Nothing will survive the Dragonrain.