The flames were coming from everywhere. They were searing my feet, and licking at my neck. I need to escape. My breathing is heavy, and I'm barely able to get any oxygen from all the smoke that fills the air. My powers! I could simply put out all the flames. I raise my arm ready to do something, but as I snap and push with my hands nothing happens. Suddenly I am waving my arms around frantically, what's happening, I can't do anything. A flash of red catches my eyes, and I look at my arm to see it oozing blood. Where am I?

I slowly look around, motionless bodies lay all around me, and suddenly I realize they are dead. I try to recognize them, but the faces and bodies have been so ravaged that they lay unrecognizable. The ashes are starting to cover the rocky ground, and I realize that if I don't leave, I too, will be joining these lifeless figures. I will my feet to move, but they don't, what's going on?

I slowly crumple to the ground. There is nothing I can do. I am immobile. I feel a searing, ripping pain going through my back, and I let out a scream of terror. It's all over isn't it...?

I scream as I wake up. I quickly grab my chest, trying to regain my breath. I look around to see white on the walls and floor, while with my other hand I squeeze the mattress. Where am I?

A pure white furred wolf walks into the room, her brown curls bouncing on her shoulders, and her gray eyes giving her a distinct mysterious look. She wears a white lab coat that matches her fur. "Wh-Where am I?" I just barely mutter. The wolf smiles, "Look who's awake," she says in a joking voice, "You're in the hospital sweetie." I suddenly remember me running myself into the lamppost and manage a small nod. "You had a concussion, but don't worry you've been treated, and you're recovering nicely," she further explained. I give another nod and slowly rest my head back onto my pillow.

"Now that you are awake though, we are going to have to interrogate you. Apparently no one has the slightest clue who you are," the wolf continued. I nod, of course no one knows who I am, my parents have kept me a secret my entire life. Then it dawned on me, where are they, wait were they dead? They died in that fire, didn't they?

I look up from my covers to see the wolf lady staring at me. I hadn't realized that I was babbling to myself. She seemed to be writing this down. This angered me, how dare she write something down while I try to recall it! I already didn't like her. And now I had to tell her everything about myself. This angered me, but then I remembered. Who am I really? All I recall is that my name is Blaze the Cat, and I am... I am... How old am I? I know it's in the range of 14-20. Wait no, I was 14 a few years ago, wasn't I? I am...16! That's it, this is the supposed best year of my life. And I currently hate it!

The wolf woman leaves, and I feel my eye lids getting heavy. But, I don't understand how this is possible. I've just woken up. I blink my eyes a few times thinking this will pass, but ever so slowly, I doze off to sleep.

...Another yelp, the pain is getting worse. I'm blacking out. "Please," I hear myself croak, and I realize this isn't my real voice... Who am I then? What person is going through all this torture? And why?

I feel a pinching at my chest and look down. Is that...it's me...and the woman...the cat that looks like me...that's my mother. In the next moment I am screaming and kicking my tiny feet. But me, feeling as my mother, can only give the child a small weak smile, before the real pain gets to me, and I am screaming louder than she/I am. The child in my arm is now crying. I can only mouth the words "Be strong," before I lose consciousness, and wither away like my mother did.

I wake up and immediately tears are running down my cheek. Was this all real? The flames, they were there, they engulfed my mother. But not me how is it, that I survived? Flames. The Flames. These flames had a name, didn't they? But I can't seem to remember that either. "IBLIS!" I suddenly shriek. Everyone in the hall must've heard me, because suddenly the entire floor was in chaos. Nurses were rushing in the hall, and the wolf lady came back in. Her eyes were wide, as though she was hungry, but that couldn't be the case. No that was nearly impossible. She wouldn't eat me.

"Are you ok sweetie," she asked in a purr. Wolves can't purr, I thought to myself, or can they. "I'm fine, just a bad dream," I answer. The wolf nears my bedside and takes a seat in the chair. "And tell me about these...nightmares of yours." As soon as she finishes that statement I fall silent. I can't bear to tell her about that. So I sit there with my mouth closed and my eyes alert. Hoping that she will realize I'm not going to say anything, but she doesn't leave. She sits there patiently watching me. I resist the urge to stare back at her, and instead watch the clock tick by. Finally she gets up, announcing her shift is over, and leaves. Once the door closes behind her, I let out a sigh that I hadn't realized I was holding. My muscles also seem to relax, and I am finally able to sit back in a calm position. I then reach out my fingers and wrap them around the remote. I finally turn on the TV and go channel surfing.

Another hour or so passes, and dinner comes around. A short old mongoose enters the room and hands me a menu of food, and tells me I have five minutes to order. I look at the words, but this is too painful. I don't even believe I'm hungry. GURGLE! My stomach makes the most disturbing sound, and I realize, I'm starved. I haven't eaten in ages, have I? "Everything," I say shutting the menu, "and water as my drink." the lady nods writing this all down. She then gives me a smile and scuttles out the room. GURGLE RUMBLE GURGLE! The sound of my stomach is driving me crazy. I decide that turning up the television isn't working, and the delicious foods on the shows were killing me.

Finally the short old mongoose is back with my food. My eyes must go wide because the old woman gives me a half smile, and places the food all around my bed and nightstand. The smell of all the different fish, pork, chicken, and beef dishes are overwhelming and I dive into the food, taking it in handfuls.

I finish the food, and realize I still am not really full, which is probably for the best, since I know it wouldn't be a good idea to break out of a hospital stuffed. I then decide to take a nap, but am vigorously awaken fifteen minutes later by the old woman who tells me not to sleep until eleven o' clock. I reluctantly look at the clock and see that it is only nine o' clock. I guess I'll be breaking out early then. I decide to leave at ten thirty, so that I can make it somewhere before I finally go to sleep. I decide that the best way to spend that hour and a half is to watch TV.

Author's Note:

This is in Silver and Blaze's time after Iblis, just in case there was any confusion. Also I know at first Blaze/her mother was flailing around her arms at first, she had the child in a baby holder, and to be quite honest her mother was never flailing her arms around.