When I was just a fledgling, I lost my home. I lost my hometown of Wind Haven, one of the biggest port cities in the world, was destroyed in an hour. There were very few who survived. Those who did scattered out to the world. Whether they ever come back, I don't know, but the elements have not been kind to the ruins of this city over the last nine years. What was once my home, is now just a small corner surrounded by rubble that's either trapped ash or rotting wood.
And I still remember his face…
He walked through the flames as they danced to his will. He threw my parents aside to get to me. As he grabbed me his eyes went pure white before speaking, "You, you will do great things." He carried me out of the burning house into the street, "You'll have your chance. For now, run."
And I ran. I ran as hard as I could up the hill that overlooked the city. I watched as everything burnt. I could hear the screaming over the roaring flames. I didn't understand it then and still don't understand it all.
But his face… I will never forget his face and how I met him… The Fox, Red.