The Price Of Fire

As children we are afraid of the monsters under our beds that will snatch us from the safety of our duvets as soon as our feet are tangling over the bed. As children we are afraid of many things actually, but only if that fear is thrust upon you. I didn't have that. I guess I, in a way, had greatness thrust upon me. Don't sue me, I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one to use that phrase after Shakespeare. Also, that's a story for another time. Back to the bed monsters. Well, there's no actual monsters under our beds, not as kids anyway. There might be spiders, if you don't clean your room enough. Speaking from experience. The "monsters" sometimes come up to our beds, let's say from the underworld, for whatever reason they're given, and they kind of teleport you to the underworld.

That's what happened to me and how I met the big bad man in red. Or rather black. Black leather to be exact. And how he he helped me with a favour.