I sat quietly for a moment, letting the magnitude of the situation sink into my mind. The excitement numbed my sorrow somewhat. I had a magical power.

I could use my fire punch to be a magichero, just like the Mist Walker. I gazed up at the morning sky and dreamed of becoming a powerful hero; righting wrongs and battling dangerous villains.

I let out a sigh as I turned the thought over in my mind.

I didn’t know if the raiders planned to return, but I certainly didn’t plan to hunt them. Not yet, at least. After all, it would not change what had happened. I wouldn’t hunt them, but I intended to protect my home should they return.