The flames danced, illuminating the immense summer sky. A picture of red and orange, the motion of the flames strangely comforting, though it brought nothing but Hell. A place dead to the world for no reason. The air was alive with screams, the flames; little wisps of light and fire dancing throughout. The heat was unbearable, filling the air, making it much harder to breathe. A thick smog came as a result of the smoke, choking many, just as much a killer.

Walls of fire emerged, trapping people in cells of moving heat. The fire burning flesh, setting hair alight. the thick smog choking so many the usual sounds of village life were carried away. All to be heard was the screams of the falling people, people coughing, choking, spluttering, a faint thunk as bodies fell, hitting the ground, and the soft crackling of flames. The smell of burning dominated the area, the heat beating against anyone whose skin was getting too close to it. Burning debris crackled momentarily, before falling, becoming lost; trapped in the flames, surrendering itself. Burning. Gone to ashes.

The village was but a small, old one, and quite an easy structure to be set alight. The thatched roofs flared up; spreading to house after house, shop after shop, structure after structure. the smoke rising, the flames steadily rising. but the burning dropping, onto the main build of the structures. Crackles as timber fell, the amount of screams lessening. Not a good sign.

All of a sudden the whole picture flared up. No single figures were visible, just a wall of red and orange flame, licking up the village, the homes of so many people, licking its lips after the people it'd consumed made it full. just a mere supper to feed the ever-hungry flames.

One final scream could be heard as that happened, before the rest of the memory shattered to five hundred thousand pieces.