Outside was chaos. There were flaming boulders raining from the sky. For some reason it seemed oddly familiar. "Have we done this before?" I asked. "How would I know?" Zenon replied. Then the horse stables next to us exploded as a flaming rock hit them. By unspoken context we started running.

      We had cleared most of the town in minutes. We were about to run out the main gate when a flaming boulder came down on the road, blocking it off. I started to look for a way around the boulder when Zenon said "Shadow! There isn't time! We have to go to the docks!