The Fire Consumes the Past

Two years of intense training had passed...

I was now eighteen. Those had been the hardest two years of my life.

I woke up drenched in sweat. The air was unusually hot, carrying a strange scent. A low, unsettling sound echoed in my room.

As I sat up, breathing heavily, I turned toward the door. Thick black smoke seeped from underneath it. My heart pounded. I rushed to open it—

Flames.

The house was engulfed in fire. A deafening explosion erupted before my eyes, sending me crashing onto my back. My bed ignited instantly.

I scrambled toward my bag, snatched it, and turned to escape. The fire grew more intense, trapping me. Then, amid the chaos, I saw someone standing in the distance inside the house.

I shielded my eyes and sprinted through the blazing inferno, chasing after the mysterious figure.

As I burst through the front door, another explosion went off behind me, knocking me to the ground.

Lying on the cold earth, my face covered in black soot, I gasped for air. Dazed, I frantically scanned my surroundings, searching for the figure.

I turned back toward the house—

It was collapsing in flames.

One explosion after another erupted within. My vision blurred, my head spun, and then—

Darkness.

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I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, my mind racing.

"Where is he?! I have to find him!"

A voice interrupted my panic.

"Calm down, Shadow. You're safe now."

It was Joey.

I blinked, realizing I was inside his home. Three figures stood around me—Joey, his wife, and a girl about my age.

I sat up slowly, still in shock. A million thoughts flooded my mind.

Joey handed me a glass of water. "Drink this. What happened?"

I took a sip, my voice barely a whisper. "How did I get here?"

His expression was filled with worry. "You didn't show up for training today. I got concerned and went to check on you… I found your house burning and you unconscious outside. What happened?"

I hesitated before recounting everything in a dull, exhausted voice.

Joey listened intently, then said, "Stay with us. You don't have to train today."

But I shook my head. "No need. I won't train anymore. I think I'm ready. I can take care of myself now."

Without another word, I left.

Joey watched me go and murmured to his family, "He's changed… He's not the same kid from before."

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The cold rain poured down as I wandered through the streets with no destination.

The freezing air bit at my skin, bringing back memories I wished I could forget.

That night.

My parents' murder.

The same rain had fallen that night, just like now.

I thought long and hard about where to go.

Only one option remained.