Fire. There's fire everywhere. Fire around me. Fire in me. I can feel it scorching my flesh yet there is no pain. I feel it burning through my veins like my blood is fire. I feel my body covered in ash. I feel myself covered in blood of my victim. 

I don't know where I'm going. I know the smell. I follow my nose. I smell something old. Something powerful. Something ancient. Something that's calling me. It smells like blood and fire. It smells like ash.

I bring something with me. A body painted red. A man. A man that I was called upon to take to the land of fire. I drag him by its leg. I grip it. He didn't put up much of a fight. I at last get to my destination. A tree stump. It looks old and the roots were in a tangle. The roots look decaying. It looks like it's withering away. I throw the body there. 

I sit on the stump. I watch as the rings turn bright gold and red like fire. I watch as the fire surrounds me and the body. I let out a roar.