Fire was consuming everything around me. The hot flames were licking my bare skin, my burning clothes were torn apart in most of the places, covering a little part of my body, and tears were rolling down my cheeks as I felt over my knees, but not because of the pain that my fresh wounds provoke me, or the burning feeling all over my body. It was because all of this, the fire consuming everything, the people screaming in agony, the triumphal laugh of Merek echoing around the valley, all of that was happening because I helped it to happen. I should have died.