I walk to the throne room of the palace. The King of the World stood on the throne.

Guards stood on each side of the throne. I bowed, respectfully. 

"You wished to see me?" I asked. 

"Rise, Jin Zia." He said. 

I rose. He stood up. He walked toward the window. 

"I fear there is fire." He said. 

"Fire?"

"Fire. Evil fire. Fire that disobeys the laws of nature. There have been signs of fire spirits and demons." 

I freeze. What? There have never been fire demons or spirits. The last time this happened was 4,000 years ago. How can this be?

"Are you positive sire?" 

"Extremely." He said. 

"What do you wish of me?" 

"Find them. Kill them." 

"Where do I look?" 

"Frost Haven." 

"Frost Haven? With all due respect sire, the demons and spirits would never dare attack." 

"Then you will not have to look very far." 

I bow again. Frost Haven here I come.