-1 One: the explosion
I hate fire. Have you ever seen a plain catch fire right after landing? I have that's how I got to where I am not in a burning plain trying to save everyone I can. And know for ones it wasn't my fault that it was on fire. Now I know what you're thinking "well if it wasn't your fault then why were you there?" Here's what happened. I was waiting for someone to kill.
That's my job, I'm a warden for the white council I hunt down all who break any of the 7 laws of magic or endanger other wizards or mortals with magic. Which in short means I kill people before they kill other people. That's why I was here to kill some old man named Slade never heard of him never wanted to and now that I have I'm in a burning plain.
I'd seen him in the airport, standing next to a lovely young girl with remarkably black hair; she looked familiar like I had seen her on TV or something. I went after him, and pulled my daggers out, with only a vague awareness of a plain landing on the lane nearest the observation deck I was on. I heard it skid what happened to the wheels I thought to me suddenly more interested in the plain than the old man. It bounced, slid, bounced again then suddenly caught fire and there was a loud explosion.
And suddenly I was going toured the plain and putting away my daggers trying to save as many people as I could. So many things were going through my head at the time I could only single one thought out why does this always happen to me? But I was wrong something like this had never happened to me, something like this had never haunted my memory, but it does every moment of the now.
I have faced death many times, it's my job after all, but it was always my death and the deaths of those who really needed to die so others could live. Hell I've even seen innocents killed. But this was something else.
The shear pain of it the despair of so much senseless death was unbelievable. I remember three things after I got in the plain the bodies and face of all the victims some beyond recognizably human. I remember the same girl with perfect black hair that I saw standing near the old man Slade, holding a little girl the only survivor I could find. And I remember thinking that just like wizard site and soul gazes this would always be etched in my memory.