A/N: Hi guys! So, em, it's my first story published here and I'm a bit nervous. I know it's full of mistakes, but I'm not English and I'm still learning. Sorry for them. :(

CHAPTER I:

Flames

It's just another war
Just another family torn
(Falling from my faith today)
Just a step from the edge
Just another day in the world we live

Skillet – Hero

My numb, cold fingers touch the rough surface of marble, while the thick, grey smoke sneaks into my eyes and nostrils, bringing on cough. Of course, I don't mind. Now another thing is interesting me.

On small block of stone I see poorly written letters, that are almost illegible, phrasing into one word:

'Rescue'.

Suddenly, I feel a stab of pain in my wrist and only after a moment I realize it was me. Golden liquid drains from the small wound, which I can also notice on my dagger's blade, shimmering in the lights of fiery flames. Immediately I understand that I wouldn't stand the questions in my head combined with rage, bitterness and despair and… I just let it go. I didn't even know what I was doing.

I stand up slowly, brushing off the dust and dirt from my robe and I look around.

Fire.

That is what I can call the view I see.

Enormous flames engulf beautiful, symmetrical buildings like wolves devouring their victims. Ashes fly in the air, covering the starry cape of Nyx. The mortals' appalling screams tear my ears apart. But what's the worst? I feel their all dust emotions. They lose their loved ones. Friends. Family. Beloveds. I hear it. I cry as they do. I yell as they do. I despair as they do. I burn the same as they do. I burn just as these wonderful, majestic edifices. I burn like this city. I burn because of my hatred and weakness. Yeah, weakness. I can't do anything. Just can't. I'm not able. So, what can I do? Stand. Watch. And suffer. Suffer the same as the people who believe I'll rescue them. But I'm helpless. Just helpless.

I clamp my fingers on the dagger and one last time I look at the place we used to call the mightiest city in Hellas.

Where am I going?

This is obvious.

To the one, who has started this hell. And to who will pay for it.

Right now.