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Street lights at night.

Cold breeze running all over, almost everywhere.

Nobody seems to be around.

But here comes a silhouette of a strange guy.

He walks through the road on his way home.

Carrying in his hand a supposedly bag pack.

"It all surely came out wrong huh!"
He talked to himself while looking at burnt out debris on his way.

The only thing that makes him warm is that rugged black hood he wears.

Sadness.

Hate.

Pain.

The only way to describe his face.

At last he reached an abandoned house in isolation through other jolly houses.

But he don't care anyway, he just want to get the key on this door and lay down.

"Damn! Where's the key? Haven't I kept it in my wallet?"
He groans as he threw his bag away instead of finding a solution, he punched the door that made his hoodie fall from his face.

He's all beat up.

His neck is covered with bondages.

But the worst is-

"At last this damned door opened. I could use some rest."

His body was bruised

Though

His heart was bleeding.

He opened his small set of tv.

Layed on his couch.

He minded not the bag pack he threw lately.

He just wanted some rest.

His eyes slowly close as he hears the fading broadcast in tv.
"A strange creature rained flames in Georgetown!

Dragons are said to be existing in the past centuries.

But everyone thought of it as a myth.

2 died and 35 persons are injured during the sudden attack

Is this the end of the world?"

Flames surrounds the surface.

A breaking sound of burning wood is the only song to be heard.

His eyes were opened.

He was startled.

He only see red,yellow,orange,white and black in variety.

The sky was black.

He wears nothing but the fire itself.

He wanted to talk but he can't.

Suddenly,
There are cries echoing the whole surface.

"Lance!"
A sweet crying voice of a lady out of sorrow.

A small nipa house stood up out of nowhere.

He wanted to speak but he can't

The sweet voice inside the nipa house turned to a begging voice of need.

Then the fire crushed the nipa house and left it nothing but ashes.

He wanted to speak but he can't.

-gasp-

"That dream again!"
He said to himself as he heavily breathe.

He wiped his tears carefully not to touch his bruises.

He started to look at the tv that he forgot to turn off and saw the time while the broadcast on the channel still goes on.

"What! 8:45 am?! Damn I'm late!"
He said as he gripped his fists.

He rushed and does all he can to be furious.

He's leaving, but at the moment he's going to turn the tv off.
"How did you fought against the dragon?"

"I .. I don't have any idea!"
A confused answer of a girl in tv being broadcasted.

"This girl was said to bend water from the fountain. But was it just an accident ?"

As he saw the girl on tv his teeth began to grind on each other and angrily spoke.
"Bending?!"

He threw the remote control to the tv due to his short temperance.

"There's no way that nightmares become reality."
He silently say to himself as he gains control.

He started to walk down the blank street wearing his rugged black hoodie.

He clenched his fists

"Where am I supposed to go anyway? I'm expelled!"
He suddenly remembered.

And flames appeared as the morning sun collides it's heat.

He closed his eyes and stopped.

Lost his balance and fell.

He is alone laying on the streets under the strikes of the sun

"No one can understand me"
He spoke as he lost his conscience.