The sky was pitch, not even a star in the sky to light up the dark night. The only thing lighting the area was the flames from the burning house. Sara watched in horror as she saw the writhing flames. She was hiding in the bushes and could only watch as the roof collapsed and screams came from inside.
"Father...Mother..." Sara whispered, then saw shapes exsiting out of the house. They were laughing and playfully pushing eachother.
"Man, that had to be the easiest job ever!" One laughed.
"Yeah, did you hear him whine?" Another asked. "'Please, please, don't hurt me!' Man, what a loser."
"Yeah, too bad we didn't get that armor though," yet another said. "Wonder where it went to?"
"Meh, we let the lackeys worry about that," the first one said.
With that they were gone and Sara was left all by herself. Once more she looked towards the flames. "Father...Mother..."
"Father..." Flare whispered as the dream slowly went away and she returned to conciousness. She didn't register at first where she was, still lost in a dream. It soon became apparent though that she was no longer in the open. Flalre slowly opened her eyes and looked around. She saw the Mightyena Armor not too far away from her. Flare wasn't afraid because if he wanted to do something he would have done it already. She just laid there and did her best to recover.
