• This was bad. His mind raced. Either he made it or didn't. One more jump and he was home free. He missed the other side by a few inches."Noooooo!" He screamed as he fell to his death."Aaaaah!"He yelled as he sat up. Oh, good. Still in his room. His vision was still kind of blurry so he got up and felt his way to his door. As he opened it and walked through, he tripped on something. It was a squeaky toy."Note to self. Burn all of that dog's toys later."He said as he was walking down the stairs. This is the way that this day, this seemingly regular day, started for Michael Derrickson. Until he saw it. There, on his living room table, was a large, flaming sword." What the-" He said as he inspected it. Soon, licks of flame were swirling around it. He hid behind the sofa, watching as a starange man just appeared right before his eyes."Michael,"The man said."It is time. Release the flame within.""Who the heck are you!?" Michael asked." Just call me 'the ancient flame'."He said as he tossed a necklace to him. Michael caught it, and noticed it was a necklace shaped like the strange sword. "What's going on?" Michael asked. But the man was gone. He inspected the necklace. He suddenly felt his left hand getting hotter. A small fireball had appeared in his hand. He panicked, and the fireball went away."What is going on?!" Soon, he started to actually dissipate."Wooaaaaaahhhh...." He said, as he disappeared. He landed, hard, on a strange surface. It was hard and see-through, like glass, but there was actual flame inside of it. The man was there, almost like he was waiting." Welcome, Derrickson, to Pyratus, the planet of flame."