"War is only about what the rich and powerful want it to be about, whether it be for greed or selfishness." -Mist Assassin 1998
Before the Super Carrier crashed-landed on Requiem, the eternally conflicted world was far different from how it was seen when Hyde Jackson dropped in his pod from orbit. The year was 1997 at least from what the calendars said back then, mankind on Eternia, the planet Requiem is on, was going through one of its early stages of industrial revolution across the three regions which barely resemble the ones we know in present Requiem, the region of the Federation instead of being filled with nothing but jungles, ancient ruins, and a walled off, almost dystopian looking mega city there's forests, farms in the plains, and multiple cities throughout the region with the earliest form of the Federation City being a small town by the name of Imperia Gloria with an evolving city to the south named St. Los, instead of being ruined and decayed St. Los was a bustling city full of ambitious people, that are always seeking to better their wealth and social standing, if you were wealthy with a happy family and many friends or connections depending on how you look at it, you would be seen as a superior individual worthy of all praises that may come, worthy of being called high class, if you were seen as undesirable in any way and didn't have much money you were sent into the under developed underground city that laid directly beneath St. Los, this was the City of M.I.S.T. Ancient history states that Eternia was constructed by the gods, where they could take a pocket of humanity and just see how it goes, it was said that those who were truly touched by the gods' grace would be filled with unimaginable powers and abilities mankind could only dream of possessing, but nowadays mankind sees that same grace as fantasy "It's not real! Just nonsense from stories to keep children entertained during classes" people would say not believing what they thought was just a bunch of hogwash so when they see someone shooting fire out of their fingertips or accidentally summoning a war axe they can't even lift with their own two hands it raises concerns and mass hysteria, to quench these unbearable feelings bestowed upon the public they made the City of M.I.S.T. Originally named Lunar Solitude to hide all of the freaks of St. Los, within the underground city a Hierarchy was established to determine who was of which background, an organization that would help raise the city from the ashes, dirt, and rocks, and would become victorious against the elite menace, that organization was M.I.S.T. Standing for Mystical Individuals Safeguarding Templars, see why it would be shortened? A long sign would be needed for that city name: "City of Mystical Individuals Safeguarding Templars." I mean, what a mouthful! Within M.I.S.T., there's a spectrum of different powers and abilities. If you could use magic, you were dubbed a Priest. Still, instead of worshipping god and spewing scriptures, they were beings who possessed vast magical abilities like teleportation to places the individual knows, going invisible, super speed, elemental magic like shooting flames out of the fingertips, lightning magic, you get the picture, these individuals are some of the more closely monitored members of the organization. If you possessed a genetic mutation that physically altered the body to resemble something different than what a normal human would look like then you were dubbed as what is known as a Hunter, a Hunter is someone whose entire gene code is irreversibly altered while they're still in the womb turning them from normal humans to freakish humanoid creatures, some examples of potential races of these Hunters that you can find in the City of M.I.S.T. Are: Feline, Wolves, Reptiles like Turtles, Lizards like Geckos and Kimono Dragons, Bugs, Sharks, Amphibians like frogs, and Avian like Road Runners, Cranes, Pelicans, and Ravens. Hunters are seen as predatory beings who lash out at anyone who isn't in their little "groups" or cliques within their section of the Organization which from an untrained, outside perspective would look like racist infighting but when times call for it they band together as if the gods themselves will it to be so, unless the Hunters feel that the world is going to end they stay separate by their respective categories of race. If you were someone who could shapeshift then you were dubbed as what is known as a Lurker, expert infiltrators who are known for being able to shapeshift into and act as any humanoid, outside of their shapeshifted form they resemble jet black ghostly figures, those deemed as Lurkers believe that they're the chosen sons and daughters of Darkness Assassin the Lord Shroud, tasked with working in dark ways to preserve the light of prosperity. Lastly, if you are someone who is born with Chaos corruption in your being then you are deemed as what is known as a Cultist, a Cultist is someone who the powers of Chaos have intimately touched, this is a random process that takes place in the womb and becomes more severe as the individual affected gets older with individuals at age 30 succumbing to complete and total bloodthirsty madness with the only cure being death, if the individual doesn't die via execution or battle at age 30 then the individual becomes a Deity of Chaos and vanishes from this plain of existence on their 31st birthday, further details are unknown. The organization serves as the protector of the underground city, with each sub-faction assigned to its own slum, where it has its own housing and takes jobs in its part of the city that benefit the city as a whole.
July 12th, 1997 - Yoko Gerong
The location is the city's eastern slums. As I awoke, I could hear Malakal just now leaving to get some supplies from the Local traders who come from the surface; they always screw our kind with their prices. I raise myself into a sitting position on my mattress which lies flat on the old wooden floor of my cramped room with no bed frame of any sort or any box spring, just a sad mattress in a 5x10 room with nothing else but a desk with a chair that was pushed into a small desk in the left corner next to my mattress, the room always made me feel a bit claustrophobic but I made it work much like my brothers and sisters who lived in rooms of the same square feet, I got up and grabbed my clothes that hung on hangers from a rack I personally installed into the wall using scrap metal found by the old mining factory that had been abandoned and some old fat nails I welded into the metal, using a hammer I smacked the rack into the wall and it's been up ever since, I sniffed my jacket before putting it on "Laundry needs to be done" I thought to myself but with money being tight I cant afford a day without work, at least not yet, as I exited the solitude of my small room I saw my brothers and sisters moving throughout the hallway going about their respective routines, I turn around to lock the door of my room before being trampled to the floor "Augh what the hell?" I said as I raised my upper body into yet another sitting position rubbing my head which now ached a little from the impact which of course was caused by the runt of our lovely branch, Yonus the Runt was one of the younger members of the Hunters who was a wolf, he was abandoned on the surface next to the maintenance hole that led to the gates of the city, it was our honorable master of the Hunters that had found the boy and brought him to our decrepit pigsty, I was only sixteen then. "Sorry, Yoko, I didn't see you there. I'm in a hurry today!" he said as he ran past. He was always in a hurry, so his apology fell flat in my mind: "Watch where you're going next time before I rip your tail off!" I yelled in his direction which only made him quicken his pace causing him to knock into someone else followed by a similar apology to the individual he ran over who was also angry with the runt, that person was Joyo Sakuya another wolf like the rest of us who had a lighter coat of fur than the rest of us who had darker and dirtier coats, I gather my keys after locking my door and walk to Joyo who was gathering her backpack and keys before looking at me and giving an upward nod, I help her up before saying "that kid is gonna get himself beat one of these days" she nodded before responding with "Maybe a few whacks will finally set him straight" if only we were so lucky, I asked what work she could find and she gave me a slip and answered "Nothing from me, find your case manager Yoko they shouldn't have to go through me to get to you, if I get more mail from him Yonus the Runt won't be the only one getting his ass kicked" before walking away, her backpack bouncing on her back as she did "Best not to piss her off" I thought before I looked at the slip and felt just a small wave of anxiety splash in my chest as I read it "Yoko call me or find me NOW, you know where to find me" I turn around and make my way down the hall before making a left down a staircase that brought me to the ground floor, I turn right and make my way down another hallway which looked the same as my floors hallway, coming out of his door was brother Xerval with his walking stick in his hand which he used as a cane while he locked his door, must be hungover again "Long night Xerval?" I asked as I approached the scarred wolf, "Perhaps, what are you up to this morning, boy?" I patted his shoulder before responding "off to see my case manager, seems more urgent this time "he shook his head before turning left, his back towards me "That's why you always communicate with your case manager young pup, I learned that when I was your age" he said walking away into the lobby before exiting the building, I walked in the same direction before being stopped by another young wolf, an aspiring sister by the name of Miga "Yoko you busy right now?" she asked as I turned around in response to the tap on my shoulder "Kind of, what's going on?" She looked a little frantic. "It's the Marshal, he wants a word when you have time." The Marshal? What could he want? And why me of all people? "Tell him I'll swing by his post when I'm done meeting with my case manager." She nods before turning around and running down the hall. She's always looked too innocent for our kind of work. Outside it was as it always is, a couple of vagrants walking past nodding in respect as they did so, a couple of vagrants stood around a barrel lit with a glowing fire and a little boy could be heard in the distance to the right yelling about the daily paper which he waved in his hand "Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Organization of M.I.S.T. Opens up recruitment effort! Priests are frustrated that they need more gifted disciples! Read all about it!" the kid would yell amongst other article titles from the previous days paper, I chuckled at the thought of angry Priests and walked to the kid throwing him a silver coin before taking a paper "say, Mister do you think we'll ever see the sun?" the kid asked before letting out a little raspy sounding laugh "Maybe, I certainly hope so, hopefully it's warm" I said and he laughed a little more after saying "maybe it's made of gold" as I walked away towards city hall waving goodbye to the kid as he continued pitching his sales, as I walked I read the Priests article "Head Chaplain of the Priests Yolanda the Anointed says that the Priests are angry at the recent request for recruitment efforts from City Hall stating that it's already difficult to find their kind on the surface without being hung, because of the fear they feel each and every day they will have to require citizens in their sector to come forward with any potential signs of magic capabilities among children and that the Head Chaplain will personal see to it that they do not suffer any further casualties during hunts on the surface" I sighed as I realized how lucky me and my kind are, our signs are blatantly obvious were wolves! And anyone with magic in their veins on the surface is either hanged or burned, and any babies are either thrown into the sewers that lead to the city or thrown in the garbage, only to be found when it's too late to do anything. An old bus pulls up to the stop I'm standing at, I wait for my board turn and I ask the bus driver "This goes to City Hall right?" and, the bus driver looks at me like I'm stupid before responding with "Buddy you ask me that question each damn time you get on, just pay the damn fare and sit down so I can get going, I'm too tired for this shit today" I nodded slowly as a form of apology and throw a few silver coins into the fare basket and walked down the middle aisle to find a seat, I nod to an old lady as I sit in the free seat next to her. After three stops in the span of ten minutes, I get off on the fourth stop a few minutes after and walk to City Hall which is a block away from the bus stop, before I start the bus driver yells out "I hope they fix that damn memory of yours at City Hall boy!" before shutting the door on his bus and driving away, I shook my head as I walked through the doors and nodded at the receptionist "You better get up there quick, Carls sure pissed off with you kid" she said as I passed her "Thanks Joyce" I responded with as I picked up my pace up the steps to the first floor where every case manager for every branch of M.I.S.T. Had their office, I walked into my case manager Carls office with a knock on the already open door, he turned to me and looked at me with a fury I've never seen on his face before, getting up from his seat and slamming his fist onto his desk with a loud slam "where the hell have you been Yoko? Too good to reach me now? The director has been getting on my ass about keeping you working on assignments, and you haven't been reachable! What am I supposed to tell him, Yoko? 'Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Director, I haven't been able to give Yoko work because he can't even pick up his damn pager!' Is that what you want me to tell him? We'd both be dead before dawn reaches the surface!" Carl's wrath was unyielding, and a few office workers began to stare at the open door. Carl walked to it and slammed it shut, making the workers go back to what they were doing now that the show was over. I sat on the other chair that faced Carl's desk and leaned back before messing with my fur on the top of my head before responding "I get it Carl I'm sorry, I'll try to make sure my Pager is on" his eyes widened "You don't even have it on?! Look, just here" he reached into his desk drawer and handed me a file filled with papers and photos before continuing "This is your current assignment, you have others too so when your done get the hell back here when you're done, I don't wanna see your furry face till then" I nodded grabbing the file putting it into my backpack as I walked to the door and grabbed the handle, as I did Carl let out "and Yoko don't fuck this one up like the others, it's important and the council is pissed enough as is at us, we don't need them resorting to anything extreme" I opened the door taking his words in as I walked away from his office and down the stairs, Joyce looked at me and let out "well it looks like it certainly went well" she laughed a bit before continuing "best of luck kid, good get em" I nodded in response as I exited the lobby of City Hall back onto the street, now time for the Marshal and what he wants. I reach into my pocket to grab my pager and turn it on, the messages from Carl come flooding in first before a message from the Marshal "to me now, much to discuss. -M.T." is what danced across the screen, I walk to a nearby pay phone and slot in a few silver coins before dialing the number for the city's cab service, the phone rang twice before the receptionist picked up the phone "M.I.S.T. City Cab Service, need a ride? We'll get you to where you need to go" the reception let out on the phone "Uhm Hunter here, need a cab from City Hall to 102 Luna Lane" the phone was quiet for a moment before the receptionist let out a compressed "pager number Sir?" I begin to hold the phone to my ear with my shoulder as I pat my jacket and start feeling in and around its pockets before responding "yes one second" I opened my right breast pocket and dug my fingers inside it grabbing the paper that kept my pager number on it saying into the phone "225-357" the phone was quiet for another moment before the receptionist responded "it's gonna take a few minutes to get a cab to you, Sir, we'll page you when we have one at your location" I said thank you and sat on a bench nearby after hanging up, the phone returning one of the three coins I deposited into it to make my call, I shoved it into my pocket before waiting the five minutes it took for them to get a cab to me, when I had gotten paged with a message saying that one was on the street in front of me I jogged to the cab and got into its right back seat, the cab driver drove off to begin the route taking me to 102 Luna Lane "your one of those Hunter guys huh?" the cab driver asked glancing at me in his rear view mirror "yea I am, I have to see my Marshal that's why I called for you" I responded and he nodded in acknowledgement while saying "sounds pretty important" I nodded with him, twenty minutes of traffic go by before we get to 102 Luna Lane, I pay the cab driver the required fare and get out of the cab after thanking him, I walk to the steps to the small porch of the apartment in front of him, the small mailbox with 102 Luna Lane written on it hanging on the right side of the front door with a small intercom on the right side of the front door, to the right on the porch was a brown wolf with a boom box, his left eye shut with a wide jagged scar crashing down from just above his eyebrow down to the middle of his left cheek, I nodded at him saying "I was requested to see the Marshal, Names Yoko Gerong" he scoffs before reaching for the 3rd buzzer of the intercom saying "I don't need the first name young brotha" the intercom crackles on and a voice says "what you want fool?" the sitting wolf leans towards the intercom "got a young pup saying that the marshal wanna see him, little Yoko" a moment goes by and the intercom crackles back on, the voice asking "you said the name was Yoko?" the wolf nodding while confirming my name, the voice on the intercom saying "kay fool, yea little dudes legit send him up" before shutting off, the door buzzing open, the wolf says "good luck broths, go up to the 2nd floor" before leaning back into his original position as I opened the door and stepped into the stairway of the apartment, I walked up the spiral staircase making my way up the floors, passing the first floor apartment as I made my way up the stairs I heard an arguing couple bickering about bills and jobs, who's tired and who doesn't give a damn, I sigh as I walk up the spiral to the second floor apartment and knock on it, a grey wolf wearing a black beanie opens the door and lets me into the apartment where the Marshal sat in the living room on the couch "Young Yoko in the flesh, I've heard you're hard to find" The other wolves in the room laugh at the remark "I assure you Sir that won't be the case moving forward" he nodded at my words handing me a package "Before you start your assignment I need you to run this to 405 Luna Lane, keep the money, and get yourself some gear at 306 Luna Lane then get out the neighborhood and to work" I nod at his instructions and grab the package before leaving the apartment heading down the stairs and out the door, I jog over to 405 Luna Lane and walk to the man on the stoop of the apartment, I ask if he's the contact and he nods, I hand him the package and he hands me a roll of cash worth Five Thousand Credits, I nodded to him and jog over to 306 Luna Lane, as sign with the Hunter branch logo and an arrow pointing to the gate that leads to a narrow passage to the backyard, I climb up and over the gate door and walk down the passage to the backyard, a wolf with a black bandana around his head looked at me before asking "looking for gear?" I nodded, and he led me up the stairs into the back door to the apartment stairwell. We walked into the ground-floor apartment before the wolf asked, "What were you looking to get?" I browse weapons before turning to him responding with "standard handgun, perhaps a blade if possible" The wolf looked through his collection shaking his head "nah the Marshal warned me about you, I'm meant to give you something more grounded" The dealer said as I let out a groan, he hands me an AK-74U with a red dot and makeshift suppressor and a Glock 18 with the same attachments, I hand him the required funds and walk out of the apartment back to the backyard, through the passage way and over the gate now focusing on my assignment I had gotten from Carl, I reached into my backpack to grab the file, once I did I pull it out and gaze upon the contents, this was a missing persons case, not too uncommon down here but still alarming enough that M.I.S.T. Wants to ensure that agents from each branch complete a quota of four missing persona cases a week "A nice even number to make even amounts of progress" the director had remarked when announcing that change a year ago. The missing person was named Togar. His case was rather mundane at the beginning, just a vagrant with a family who was worried enough about his disappearance to throw the funds required at M.I.S.T. With no regard for what it'll do to them in the grand scheme of life, I always felt bad for families like that, though I couldn't ever help in that regard. Togar lived downtown in one of the vagrant camps with his wife and son, he's thirty years old in age while his wife was twenty-nine and his son was four, his race was human with no abnormalities like me or the other branches, when it comes to poor humans they're always exiled down to here to fend for themselves, those who were able to survive did so but any who were more weaker like I suspected Togar to be then you never saw them again which is why we step in because regardless of strength once they form families it's rather hard to ignore cries for help begging for their husband, wife, father or mother, we've been answering those calls for help ever since we accepted the first ever missing persons case, usually when a case like this falls into our lap we suspect missing person pissed off the wrong individual until we read the fine print and any other further details that followed, in Togars case he was a quiet soul who knew enough not to piss anyone off even us while he went about his days providing for his family, he never got into fights or got stolen from, we always admired him for trying to be an honest guy in a dishonest world. Moving through the pages, I saw family photos, daily schedules, and pages from personal diaries. It made me ponder on ideas as I walked down the street, "need to get back home," I thought as I shoved what I could into my backpack, grabbed the magazine, and engaged the mag release, pulling the magazine away from the AK and putting it away in my backpack, i tuck the AK-74U into it as well after pulling the charging handle back to check and see if this guy had chambered a round, you never know with some of these arms dealers. I took the Glock and did the same process before walking to the nearby bus station, waiting for the next bus in twenty minutes to get as close to home as possible so I could make my mad dash to the small room I call mine.
July 12th, 1997 - Louis Farwell
It's never something normal that wakes me from my precious rest, it's not birds chirping, it's not an alarm, hell its not even something barbaric like a drive by or a vicious mugging, its the sounds of Margaret down the hall bitching that she's absolutely exhausted from using up all her magical force just so they didn't have to pay an electric bill followed by the power disconnecting from the building, John complaining that all his wood that he can create is being put in the furnace in the basement which is usually followed by Ron asking "do you want heat or the cold of the caves this city was made in to freeze you slowly to death?" which always shuts him up, depending on who you asked this was the lower end of the shaft we call the monastery of the Priests located in the southern sector of the city making them the closest to city hall than all the other branches of M.I.S.T. in the entire organization. After their constant jibber jabber, I would raise myself from the magma I lay in like a water bed, and after cooling off, would get dressed. The thing about the Priests is that there's an entire spectrum of us nobody on Eternia, potentially not even the gods who made us can keep track of, it's frightening that such a vast array of us and all our respective abilities is something so unbelievably incalculable, my only hope is that one day somebody or something can so our infinite coven can continue to be acknowledged and respected as it rightfully should, you've probably heard this before. Still, when it comes to the Priests if you're found in any way using their magic in any conceivable form you were either shot, hung, or tortured beyond comprehension before eventually being sentenced to death or sent back to the city of M.I.S.T. and empty husk of yourself completely unrecognizable from the individual you used to be before being captured, its a fate that always leads to the inflicted jumping off the roofs of their house or jumping in front of trains, never a peaceful sight in any way, always messy. I slicked my long blond hair back like I could turn it into any hairstyle I wanted if I willed it into existence before opening the door of my room, looking at the faces of my rather awkward peers, before I made my way down the hall. "Rude asses," I remarked in my brain as I followed the hallway to the main room of the building. I grabbed my sandals and put them on before heading out the door. I always need a run to quench the heat within, but it feels like a new outlet is needed somehow, as more heat builds up each day. Are my flames becoming uncontrollable? I need to see the Head Chaplain about this; she'll know what to do properly moving forward, she always does. It didn't take long for me to get to City Hall, just a few twists and turns down a few blocks, and I was met with the front gates of City Hall. Walking in through the doors, I go to the receptionist Joyce with a slow shuffle. She looks me up and down and says, "You look under the weather, dear, what's the matter?" I itched the top of my head as I continued to shuffle forward to the reception desk, saying, "fire's getting a bit hotter today, need to see the Head Chaplain." She reached into a nearby fridge behind the desk, grabbed an egg, and undid my shirt enough to expose my left shoulder. She cracked the egg onto it, and it began to cook instantly. After quickly grabbing some tongs and a paper plate, she cleaned my shoulder, let me redress it, and buttoned up my shirt. She shook some pepper onto the egg before turning back to me and saying, "Protocol says if you magic folk can crack an egg that quick, that the Head Chaplain will need to bring you to the waterfall. I'll send word to her right away for you, wait in the pool for now, ok?" I nod and walk to the right to a room with a small pool of cold water. I sat near the rim of the pool, dangling my hand into the water as I waited for the Head Chaplain to come. After what felt like twenty minutes, I was lying down by the rim of the pool, my shirt off and to the side on my right by the wall, my left arm now fully in the water as I lay on my back, my eyes on the ceiling. After what felt like an eternity, I opened my eyes after feeling the tip of a boot tap my right foot. It was the Head Chaplain with a facial expression that matched the walls that surrounded this pool, and made this room. She looked down at me, almost disappointed, "We talked about this, Louis. Repeat what we talked about so I know you understood enough to remember." I raised myself into a sitting position, crossing my legs as I did so before replying. "To actually decrease the threat of my flames, I must be fully submerged in the pool." She nodded as I spoke before she asked, "So why didn't you listen this time, amongst other times?" I scoffed as I rose to my feet. "Simple, really, I didn't pack my swim trunks, and I'm not one of the Shark Hunters." She didn't like that; she shook her head, more disappointed than it already seemed, and proceeded to walk to the door leading back to the lobby. "Follow," she commanded as I walked with her. We walked to the small parking lot where her truck was. I got into the passenger seat with an ice pack around my neck as she got into the driver's seat, adjusted what needed adjusting, put the key in the ignition, and turned. While putting the truck into reverse, she looked at me with a more somber, yet exhausted, expression before instructing, "You must do every single thing I say during this process; you know the consequences if you don't." I nodded silently as she pulled out of the parking spot, drove out of the parking lot, and down the road to the outskirts of the city. A few hours passed before we arrived at the sacred yet hidden holy waterfall of the Priests, located deep within the Misty Botanical Gardens, said to have been passed down to mortals by the holy Queen Misty of the Assassin Clan, after whom Lord Mist Assassin is named. Through the gate and into the parking lot, there were some guards at their posts in front of the gate, and by the garden's main greenhouse, also guarded with a statue of Queen Misty the Life Giver, which shone bright from lights pointed up towards the face from the platform she rested upon, walking past Queen Misty and down through the middle of the flower fields to the shoreline of th pond which the waterfall flown into. "Louis Farwell, remove your sacred gear and surrender yourself to the holy waterfall." The Head Chaplain instructed, and I obeyed. "Face the pond." The Head Chaplain continued before placing her left hand onto my right shoulder. "Begin moving forward into the water," she instructed further, which I continued to obey. The water was dangerously cold for a normal human; the origins of such temperatures remain unknown to us to this day. Some think it's from the oceans up on the surface, others believe that it's from Lady Mist herself to ensure that all the Priests of M.I.S.T. can steer clear of the Chaos that always lingered in each Priest's DNA tree, their most secret and darkest curse. She stopped me when I got to knee height. "Down," she commanded as she pushed my shoulder down while I lowered to my knees in the water, almost in a meditative position. "Louis Farwell of Fire and Magma, your Primordial Flames have become a hazard to the people you call colleagues. Because of such hazards, we must extinguish you until control of your Flames can be achieved. Is this understood?" I nodded to the Head Chaplain's words as she drew on my back a symbol of release; it stung a little, "lower your head into the water slowly, take a deep breath before plunging, count down from ten, and raise, begin this process." The Head Chaplain instructed. She sounded like she was speaking in a cave, like I was telling her I was gonna throw the rope down to her so she could climb up. I did what I was told, I lowered my head slowly into the water, taking a deep breath and holding it as i did so, closing my eyes i took the plunge into the water in front of me like i was entering a portal into another dimension, i counted down from ten seconds into nine seconds, my body felt like it was being boiled alive despite resting in the cold pond water, eight seconds, i began to shake, seven seconds, this feels wrong, everything feels wrong, six seconds, something began to echo in my brain, "Louis, you must gain control Louis, your Flame is powerful, more powerful than you can ever imagine, carve your own path, Louis." I raised myself from the water, sending the Head Chaplain back, catching herself on the shoreline as she stumbled. I turn back to her slowly, itching to burn bright like a torch as I let out a loud, angry cry of rage. It feels like I'm about to start a new adventure as I claw out the Head Chaplain's throat with my nails, so much fire coursing around them, I wonder what she tastes like.