In the shadowy area where myth and history collide…
A thin man with a very white complexion stepped out from behind a stack of boxes. His red hair stood on end like a flame. Elliot thought the man looked very familiar.
“At last we meet in the flesh, Dr. Everett-Jones,” the flame of a man said. “Impressive how you ran that gauntlet. In just a few weeks you’ve turned into quite a soldier with a deadeye aim and nerves of steel.” The banging on the door behind him increased its tempo. The door surely couldn’t last much longer. “Yes, impressive, but the lesser-born are inferior combatants, aren’t they? The fireborn are much hardier. My friends will be here momentarily and we’ll see how you fare!”
Elliot suddenly recognized the man from his dreams. He raised his gun and shot him, knowing he wasn’t a normal ‘regular’. Elliot ran through the boxes and opened a door on the far side of the room.
“Did you think you could be rid of me that readily?” the flame asked. “You look surprised. Why do you think you can kill me so easily? I died and was raised half a millennia before your god performed the same trick. I’m not dead and I’m not alive. I can’t be killed. Oh, but I can kill you! Perhaps I’ll play with you a little first.”
The door finally gave way.
“Play with this.” Elliot said as he shot the man once again. Continue reading