(In a deserted forest miles away from any source of a city or town)
A teen boy, about the age of 19, was leaning against a tree. Apparently he was knocked out for some odd reason. After about an hour, he started to wake up slowly. He had red spikey hair, a white jacket with a black shirt underneath, blue eyes, black jeans, sneakers, and pale skin. As he woke up, he looked around as if he didn't know where he was. Unfortunately, that was the case. "Where am I?" he asked himself, half asleep. "As a matter of fact....Who am I?" he said, rubbing his eyes, now wide awake. The teen boy looked around, and saw some smoke rising in the forest. He ran towards the smoke, since he was very curious, and had nothing else to do anyways. When he came to the source of the smoke, he realized it was a forest fire. He started to think to himself: I don't know why but......The fire...It's so....Beautiful and Graceful....But whoever did this isn't using fire the right way. Archie hesitated, trying to figure out what to do. He started to think of the fire leaving, and then it happened.
(To Be Continued)
