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[h2][center]The Museum[/center][/h2]

Struggling to his feet, Skyler stumbled forward in a breathless and desperate attempt to escape the scene. Clawing at the grass, the boy pulled himself up and took one step after another, black flames swirling around him as he attempted the grand escape. Clenching his teeth, Skyler managed to develop his stride into a full sprint, bolting away from the museum and catching more than one glance as he did, though cared little for whom gazed back at him. 

Nearly falling over several times along the path, the boy kept running with an infernally induced adrenaline. He could not compare this feeling of helplessness to anything he has felt before, not at all. Nothing even came close. In fact, this was all a mixture of fight and flight. Part of him wanted to spin around and blanket that scene in hellfire, a sense of anger filling him to the brink. Luckily however, the boy managed to cling to his humanity for long enough to escape. 

Eventually falling to his knees upon a concrete floor, far away from the museum's bounds, the pain echoing through his kneecaps all but faded in the breathless anxiety which had come to overtake every inch of Skyler's consciousness. Finding himself below a stone bridge, further away than he would have expected, the boy noticed how his flames were starting to die out. Leaving that scene, leaving the danger and the chaos behind had doused his fires as if that was what fueled them. With a heavy, exhausted breath, Skyler leaned against the moss covered stone wall and slid down to the floor. This was remote, it was good. How long had he been running? The rapidly beating heart in his chest was nothing to go by as it had been pounding against his ribs like a jackhammer ever since the museum. A reasonable estimate was however north of five minutes. He had been running for five minutes straight. Yes, that explained how he almost felt ready to barf the small amount of food he had managed to digest.

"Seeing you like this is...disheartening." A voice came, stealing Skyler's attention like an ember in the dark. Soothing, much like that of a mother's caress, the voice reached him with a soft tune as a woman made her presence known. Her voice would however fade in the shadow of her appearance. She looked like Skyler himself, her gray skin and tail easily visible beneath the shadows of the bridge. Her clothes appeared to be that of nobility, no, [i]royalty[/i]. Black with gold embroidered linings, her attire belonged within the confines of a heavily guarded castle, not in front of a broken boy who had found himself below a bridge. 

Without another word, the woman lowered herself to a knee in front of him and placed her hand along the boy's shoulder. In reaction to her touch, his flames died out entirely, and instantly. With wide eyes Skyler gazed upon her, unable to utter even a word as he met her warming smile. "We've been looking for you for a [i]very[/i] long time. Come, it is time to go home." 

As if enchanted by her visage, Skyler's broken spirit could not hope to resist her, but even so, she continued to speak. "Everything will become clear, you have my word. We Efreet stick together, and you have been by yourself for long enough." Before the woman could continue, a familiar bark greeted the two as Mushroom had made his way to Skyler who could only manage a soft, tired smile in response, his hand making its way towards the dog's gentle fur. "Who am I to separate a boy from his companion?" The woman continued with a chuckle. "Now then, let us be off." Conjuring a swirl of white, rather than black flames, the woman engulfed the three  in its embrace and left nothing behind as the female Efreet shifted then from their location, taking them far away.