November 15, 1824.

Old Assembly Close.

It was a fairly normal multiple building section of Edinburgh, Scotland.

Blair was on the third floor of a building, doing a bit of work.

When the blond Scotsman brought paperwork to another worker, he all of a sudden started feeling this burning sensation inside him and soon caught the whiff of smoke.

At first he paid no mind to it.

Then he noticed that the smoke seemed to be getting stronger, as well as the burning feeling.

That and there seemed to be bright, burning colors coming from under the door that led to the stairs.

"The building's on fire!" Someone cried out, causing others to look and some to try and find an alternate way out.

As Blair was tracing a window trying to open it, he used his magic to contact his older brother via telepathy.

"Big brother, Am in a bit o' trouble here."

"Whit is it?" Allistor asked.

"Te building Am in is on fire."

At that, Allistor's eyes widened.

"On me way!" And off Allistor goes to find his little brother and capital.

In the meantime, Blair herded the people away from the fire.

Some people were climbing up to higher floors while others were jumping out windows.

There was also onlookers in the streets below, wondering just how it had all started.

The blond capital somehow managed to climb onto the roof of the building, coughing like mad and waving smoke away.

"Holy shite," he said when he stopped coughing and straightened, having gotten out of the smoke.

Looking around, Blair soon found that his vision seemed to be fogged over and his eyes unfocused, though he could still see colors.

"Must be from te smoke," Blair said.

Raising a hand to the sky, Blair used his magic to send a signal.

To be specific, a yellow beam of light yellow enough to match his hair color.

Onlookers gasped at that and soon enough, flames leapt to the building next door.

The burning sensation in the blond Scotsman grew at that.

Moments later, a fire truck came in an attempt to get rid of the fire.

On the fire truck is Blair's brother Allistor.

The auburn haired male was the first one to see the yellow light beam from the roof of the burning building.

However, it wasn't just Allistor that saw it.

"Whit is tha'?" Another firefighter asked.

"Me wee brother, Blair," Allistor said.

"Te one ye were tellin' us about?" The firefighter asked.

"Te one an' only," Allistor said.

When close enough, Allistor jumped off the truck and looked up to the roof.

Luckily, Blair had seen them coming and stopped the light and used magic to form wings on his back.

Taking a running start, Blair jumped off the roof and flew to the ground where the wings disappeared and the blond soon found his brother hugging him out of the blue.

"Aye, aye. A'll be fine big brother," Blair said.

"Am jes wishin' te fire would go out so te burnin' feelin' would go away."

"As long as yer nae still in there, Am fine," Allistor said.

"Git tae work big brother," Blair said and shoved Allistor.

"Pushy, pushy." And with that, the auburn haired Scotsman joined his fellow firefighters and attempted to put out the fire that kept spreading.

It didn't seem to be very effective though, as Blair noticed the burning sensation grew and realized the fire was getting bigger and spreading to different buildings.

The more it spread, the more Blair started feeling faint and dizzy.

Soon enough, he collapsed into someone's arms.

"This is the second time this has happened," a Welsh accented male voice said as he picked up the blond Scotsman, carrying him to a safe place.

When Blair came to, he realized his eyes were squeezed shut and he was gripping sheets in his hands tightly.

Releasing his grip and opening his eyes, he saw colors he hadn't seen when in his city.

"Where am A?" He asked.

"St Andrews," said a male Welsh voice.

Fogged over, unfocused jade green eyes looked to where Blair heard the voice.

"Howell? Is tha' ye?" Blair asked.

"Yeah," Howell said. "I got you out of your city before you were caught up in the flames."

The Welsh male went and placed a damp rag on Blair's forehead.

As he did so, he noticed foggy, unfocused lime green eyes looking up at him.

"What happened to your eyes?" Howell asked.

"Smoke got in 'em," Blair said.

"A can only see colours now an' they're all meshed together."

Howell sighed and went to his nearby workshop.

Using the tools there and getting a couple things from nearby, Howell made something for Blair.

Said Scotsman sat up and looked around in an attempt to find Howell.

"Whit are ye daein?" Blair asked.

Howell soon stood up and walked to Blair.

"Look here buddy," he said.

The younger blond looked in the direction of the voice.

Moment later, something slipped onto Blair's face and he found he could see, Howell being the first thing he saw.

"Ye made me glasses?"

Howell smiled and nodded.

"Yeah. You said you could only see colours, so I decided you need to see."

However, Blair soon flopped onto his back.

Howell's smile dropped at that.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

"Fire still blazing in me city," Blair informed.

"Allistor and the other firefighters are doing what that can," Howell said.

"Yeah, A ken," Blair said.

The Welsh male changed the rag on Blair's forehead.


A couple days after the fire started and they managed to put it out.

Blair sat up when that burning feeling inside went away.

His eyes opened and he looked around, reaching for his glasses.

He soon found them on the table by his bed and put them on.

"Hey. Feeling better?" Howell asked when he walked in and saw the Scotsman sitting up.

"Aye," Blair said and nodded.

"It seems tae ha'e gone away."

A smile crossed Howell's face.

"That's good."

Again, Blair nodded.

All of a sudden, Blair arched his back and his head flew back.

Seeing this, Howell tilted his head and walked to the Scotsman.

The Welshman placed a hand on Blair's head only to pull it back right after doing so.

"Damn."

He had just about burned himself with a single touch.

Blair used magic to send a silent message saying that buildings on the corner of High a Street and Parliament Close have caught fire.

Of course, the auburn haired Scotsman acknowledged it and led the firefighters to where Blair had told him to go.

Howell had Blair go to the bathroom and run cool water on his body to help cool him down, to which he did.

When he was done, Howell was there to hand him a towel.

"Did that help?" Howell asked.

"Aye. Still there, but not as bad as before," Blair informed.

The Welshman nodded.

"That's good."

Blair nodded.

For the next couple days, Blair was constantly dousing himself with cold water because the fire was still blazing and his body kept overheating.

On the final day, when the fires were put out for good, a certain auburn haired male opened the front door of the house Blair and Howell were in before suddenly collapsing onto the ground in a dead faint.

"Big brother!" Howell and Blair cry out when they see that happen.

Blair had gotten back from cooling off and hadn't put his shirt on yet.

Both blond males picked up the auburn haired Scotsman, Blair getting the legs and Howell getting the arms, and maneuvered him to the bed before setting him on it.

Apparently Howell hadn't noticed the giant burn mark on the blond Scotsman's back.