I sat alone with Dyguleon in the fields as dawn began. My parents were in good health, but it had been a sleepless night. A few of those brave enough to stand against the thieves were killed. I closed my eyes and hung my head as I thought about them.

Though many of them didn’t enjoy their life, I don’t think any of them wanted it to end. The king would no doubt hear of our plight, but, with a heavy heart, I told myself that not even the Knights of Tarlea could make things right.

I looked down at my hand.

With a little concentration, I was able to summon fire to surround my fist, and then make it disappear.

I didn’t seem to be able to throw or cast the fire, but fiery punches could be useful.