Just for reference, this is Scorchfist's usual clothing (take out the spaces and add a .com): www. planetminecraft/ skin/flame-hand-boy-pvp-3/
Scorchfist yawned as the chickens tapped his window. Time for another day on the farm, he thought as he got out of bed.
He hummed to himself as he got dressed, then went outside.
He nearly screamed when he saw the barn on fire.
He growled, set his fist aflame, and ran to the flaming barn. He kicked down the burning door and leaped through the wall of flames to the interior of the barnhouse.
The horses were whinnying and trying to escape their stalls. Scorchfist pulled a lever to set them free, and they galloped out the windows before the flames engulfed them.
Scorchfist ran to the Head Farmer's cot and kicked the door in. He ran to his master, dropped to his knees i front of the old man's cot, and tried to pull the dagger from the old man's chest.
"Leave me..." the farmer said weakly. "You are trained...Escape...It is my time to-" He coughed incredibly hard. "-die..."
Scorchfist checked his master's vitals. "Who did this to you?" he asked.
"The Dark Flame Elementals..." the Head Farmer coughed. "...now leave me..."
Scorchfist shook his head. "No."
The old farmer's green eyes pierced Scorchfist's orange ones. "Scorchy...I will be alright. Leave me..."
Scorchy stood and turned towards the door.
When he was at thedoorframe, he turned back to his master.
"I won't forget you."
He then walked out the door through the wall of flames.
And those were the last words the old man ever heard.