A concession of fiery explosions took hold of the possessive silence and over threw its presence. The two mirages collided against each other, leaving flames wherever they fought. "Give it back Matukia!" A voice echoed amongst the raging chaos. The only reply was a fiery explosion, then dead silence once again. One of the mirages drifted up into the night sky swiftly and traveled into the distance. From a pool of destruction a figure rose up and wandered through the garden of flames, before collapsing. The person lay there, before looking forward. Something before the figure caught their eye. A cold grief-filled voice spoke over all the carnage. "This one… Died honorably… A second chance must be given…" The figure possessed the voice of a young girl. She sat up and the words echoed. "A second chance… must be given…" The words filled the air and danced with the embers as the figure placed her hands on the earth before her. There was a great light, brighter than any of the flames, as another human body took form and was lying on the floor beneath her palms. She tilted her head down at the presence of the person. The words drifted and loomed in the air one last time before the mystical figure grabbed the revived body by their arms and dragged them through the soft ash. As she dragged the body she looked down in admiration and respect, just by looking at their soul she could tell from the last time they wandered this earth they had changed their ways considerably.