THE NEXT MORNING, Roland smelled fire.His eyes flew open to see that his blanket had turned to ash. Again.He had another nightmare. This usually happens three times a month, but never five times a week. Roland got out of bed and ripped off the sheets. Looking over himself for any burns, he found none. He got lucky this time. Last time he woke up with nothing covering him. Not the best morning he ever had.After cleaning off his bed, and throwing out his burnt blanket, he went to his dresser and got dressed.He pulled on a pair of blue jeans, and a plain white T-shirt. His usual outfit. He went down stairs and into the kitchen to see his mother making pancakes. Cinnamon pancakes. His favorite. He thought about his nightmare as he waited for his food.He vaguely remembered a voice. It sounded like it was angry with him, saying that his life would change dramatically. Then there was a girl, looking at him. Her dirty blond hair thrown over her shoulder. Her emerald eyes, full of worry, looking into his. That wasn't the best part. There was a mountain towering over a large building. Everything seemed wrong."Roland, are you okay?" His mother, Sylvia Ashfield, asked.Roland wasn't sure how she could tell something was troubling him, but he couldn't have his mother worrying about him."Yeah," he lied, "I'm fine." He finished his food, and went up in his room. Roland Ashfield knew something was going to happen. And he wasn't going to like it...