“Don’t be foolish, little girl!” hissed a tall, handsome man as he tried to reach for the woman in front of her.

                “Who the hell do you think you are, calling me a little girl?!” yelled the woman.

                The sky was red, ashes were burning in the hot air, and smoke was everywhere. People were running fast, away from their burning houses, as they carry their children and the few possessions they were able to save. Crying children, whining horses, barking dogs -- everyone was in a state of panic except for these two who seem to be inside a bubble where the chaos was not felt.

                With her hazel eyes, she stared at him for a moment while tightly grasping a ring on her left ring finger with the other. Her body was sweating in her long, off-white nightgown and her bare feet were aching as she stood on the sweltering soil. Despite the heat and all the hoopla that was going on, the man did not shed even a drop of sweat under the heavy garment he was wearing.

                “Hand it over and I shall spare your life,” suggested the man again, shoving his hand forward, taking a few steps towards the woman. She stepped back, trembling as the man got closer. She held her finger tighter and tighter.

                “Never!” retorted the woman. She immediately turned around, pointed her hand towards the blazing fire, and shouted “Herekeht Ferrno!” The fire suddenly parted like the Red Sea, making way for her. He ran after her but the fire partition closed immediately after she passed. Persistent to catch her, he passed through the fire shielding only his face with his forearm covered with long red oversized sleeve, his green eyes piercing through it. Though some parts of his clothes and skin were burnt, he didn’t mind. It’s as if he’s immune to the pain. He still chased her throughout the burning village until they reached a dead end.

                “Hahahahaha!” the man’s laughter filled the village, silencing the night crickets.

               Tired from constant running, she could no longer muster the energy to go anywhere. For a moment, an eerie silence occurred between them. Birds were flying right above and the wind was blowing really hard. He walked towards her, took out his hand, grazed her soft pink lips, then stroke her jet black hair. He then said softly, "There's no escaping now, my darling Angel. You might as well give up."

               In return, Angel ran her hands through his long black hair, held his head, an pulled it close to her, slightly teasing the man by aiming her lips onto his. Alas! At the last moment, she turned to his ear and whispered, "Wanna bet?"

               She then took a big step backwards and raised her right hand in the air while maintaining the other on her waist. She stared at the ground and mumbled something. Suddenly, a huge gust of air swirled beneath her feet and started to form a whirlwind around her. Just as the wind covered her face, she winked at the handsome man standing there with eyes wide open, watching her disappear in the whirlwind she, herself, created.