Andiira was walking thru the streets of the capital, flames were everywhere. She looked around and could see the the city on fire. "What happened?" She walked around aimlessly in the smoke and fire. Suddenly she falls over a charred corpse. It grabs onto her and looks at her with dark, soulless eyes. 

"Why did you burn us?" More and more corpses crawl towards her. "Why did you burn us? Why do you hate us?" The corpses are calling out to her, clawing at her feet. Wherever she looked there were corpses, all charred and burned to a crisp. The flames surrounded her as the city burned.

"I didn't do anything!" she shouted at the corpses while trying to push one of them away. Her gaze fell on the one she was holding. It had turned from a corpse into that of a young girl. "N..no." she whimpered as her hands were torching the girl. "Not you..." The girl had a horrified expression on her face as she burnt, screaming loudly. Tears welled up in Andiira's eyes as she recognised the girl as her only friend at the college.

She tried to drop the corpse and run, but she could not. Slowly the corpses started to develop faces, their skin and muscles growing back in a grotesque fashion. Andiira looked around her, all of these corpses were people she knew, people she had known, people she had killed. There was the would be rapist from her youth, a teacher at the college, and many more. Some had been accidents, or before she had known how to control her magic. Some she had killed in rage when only meant to sear them or scare them, or in self-defence.

They all horrified her, and she remembered them all, and now they were standing in front of her, ablaze like torches. Their eyes were soulless, dark, accusing. "Why did you kill us?" One asked. "We were only there to help you." Another said. "I loved you, and you killed me!" the girl shouted and grabbed onto her sleaves.

Andiira could see the figures turning to ashes one by one, creating a tombstone where they stood. There was at least ten tombstones at the graveyard she suddenly found herself in. Only the girl had not turned into ashes, she was standing there with an evil look on her face. "You like killing. It's the only thing you're good at. Look at the city around you, all in flames, caused by you. You're a murderer, a pyromaniac, a destroyer."

She wanted to yell how wrong the girl was, how that was not her, but she could not. There was truth to what she said, but she refused to believe it. She did not like killing, unless it was for a good cause. With the others however...there was a vacuum in her heart, a vacuum they had created.

Suddenly she was in the middle of the city, burning it, destroying everything she came across. Andiira was crying while doing it, but she could not stop herself. The girl was walking behind her, grinning, edging her on to keep doing it, holding her arms as the girl directed Andiira towards targets to burn. 

Around a corner a tall man approached carrying a hammer similar to her own forging hammer. The girl behind her hissed and he waved with his arm and she faded into ashes. Andiira's flames died down as she looked up at the man, tears still in her eyes. He didn't say a word as he raised his hammer and struck her chest.

She opened her eyes and found herself in her chambers in the cellars of the college. Soon a strong smell of charred wood entered her nose and she looked around. Everything in the room had burned to crisps, at least the few things that she had. The stone walls were black as night and she could hear footsteps running back and forth with buckets of water. 

Andiira got up and walked out of her room, she could see the next room over in flames as they tried to put it out. It did not take long before she returned to the room and sat down on her stone bed. She looked around before opening up her corset, looking down at her chest and found a mark. Andiira gently touched it and found it cool to the touch, it reminded her of that man in her dream.

Not too long after she had dressed up again she felt a force hitting her from behind, knocking her against the wall and she passed out. "She was trouble since day one, and now she outdid herself," a voice said. "This place is lost, we need to find another," a second voice said. "Take her outside and dump her somewhere," a third said. "I know of a place, I keep an extra room nearby," the last person said. "I'll take her over there now," he said and lifted her up.