One day, in the land of Lo, there was a terrible fire that raged across the land, few surviving the flames. Some ran when the flames reached their village, but most who ran did eventually fall victim to the scorching flames. People scrambled for the boats, attempting to escape, but before they could reach them, the fire had spread, blocking of the route to the harbor, trapping them, which meant even more fell, giving more bodies to Death. The screams of the dying filled the air, so loud it overpowered the screams of terror. The few that did survive escaped by escaping to the neighboring village, until it caught fire, then had to run far away. I am one of them,