Fire. That was all Kyra could see as she ran. Everywhere from horizon to horizon was covered with it; thick red hot flames which rose so high that it was hard to see anything besides it.
Kyra didn't know where she was, not a single tree, structure, or even a ruin stood in sight. There was only the fire that raged on every side of her. She also couldn't understand why it was that she was running, or from what or whom she was trying to escape. But a certain feeling at the back of her mind pressed her on that she should run and so she did.
All of a sudden, she tripped on her own foot; the force at which she had been running propelling her forward to land on her face and she skidded for a while in the dark ashy ground. The fall took all the energy out of her and although the ground was so th
