The fire started coming into to us. I was 17 years old! I couldn't die then! I looked up and saw a bright light. I wasn't in a forest anymore. I was in a a land of red sand, red skies, fire everywhere, and a giant red castle right in front of Joey and I.
We had been teleported.
I looked inside of the castle, and saw a man. He had white flesh, charred skin, and a sword in his hand. He stood up, but his head was looking down, and his eyes were soulless. He was empty.
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