The sun raked at his eyes through the window in his quarters.  Aldorile thought about his bed at home as he felt an ache in his back.  Another Border Guard special – the morning backache.  I hate these beds.  The sun had to be up fairly high to send its harsh light into his window.  I hate these tree rooms.  Must be near midday by now.  Why did they let me sleep so long?  Aldorile walked to the door and wrapped his blanket around himself on the way to the front balcony.  It's too hot to be morning even.  How could I sleep all morning and nobody wake me?  He pushed the door open with his shoulder only to be pushed back inside by a wall of thick smoke.  Aldorile fell back on the floor as the smoke poured into the room.  Crawling, he searched for the door.  With a solid "clunk!" his head found it.  Closing the door he grabbed his head in a confused fog and cursed.  After a few moments on the floor he calmed his nerves as the smoke in his room spread and thinned into a gray haze.  Smoke!  He leaped up and throttled himself onto the bed, tearing the drapes fully off his window.  Aldorile dropped his jaw and stood motionless…dumbfounded.  The red-orange glow danced over his dark skin through the window, turning him into a flickering bronze statue.  Everything around him that was once forest was now a blinding world of orange, yellow and red.  The reality was near unbearable.  The sacred wood was on fire.