Smoke billowed through the air traveling far as the eye could see, ashes rising and falling like snow choking every living thing that came across it's smothering path. The fire originated from a small town once filled with life lied crumbling in heated ruin. The inhabitants doing their best to evacuate while helping others was for naught as all were swept away by the flames. From the night sky, colorful creatures fell to the earth with ‘thuds' like falling stars, scattering across the land. Soon all creatures of flight were cleared from the air as the fumes suffocated the atmosphere.
All those that remained on ground were forced to navigate through the remains of their homes but soon as the flames spread all were met with death as the flames quickly consumed them in its seemingly never-ending mass eradication.
After many hours the raging inferno died, buildings were burned to debris, crops turned to ashes, corpses burnt to a crisp, and all that was left standing were a few burnt structures. In the center of the town, a melted pole stood firmly into the ground, attached on top waving was a tattered flag with a symbol of the sun. At the bottom, heavily covered in ash and debris was a small being that looked dead at first glance but looking closer could see it's small chest rising. It's eyes halfway open revealing what was once full of life now halfway filled with death, golden irises that reflected it's dull soul could only watch and wait for anything to find it.
‘No, no, no...not again.'
Those words continued to repeat in their mind filling it with despair, feeling it's heart cracked like glass. Every waking moment it laid there felt like a lifetime and when it started to rain it began to lose hope that anyone would find them.
Soon the only source of light came from the glowing embers of the once peaceful town, the morning sun from behind the clouds came by quickly that the poor soul thought it leapt into the afternoon in a matter of seconds, but chalked it up to the smoke causing hallucinations. Even with the sun above them, the smoke and rain continued to shroud the land in darkness that was too thick for sunlight to penetrate.
Sleep forcefully tried to take them into the dream realm and to never awaken but with every last bit of strength it held on, wishing to live on. Until at last it's breathing began to descend as their vision began to fade into darkness all it could do was weakly raise a trembling limb into the air.
All its strength vanished from the body as the arm fell down, before it could touch the ground something caught it.
It listened to the flapping of wings, and a soft voice call out to him,
"It's ok, I got you."
Forcing himself to look closer at his rescuer he could make out a vague shape that looked either to be divine or a delusion. A figure that had yellow fur? And spiky orange hair? Descended next to him still holding its hoof tenderly as their wings folded onto it's back…...Hoof? Fur? Wings? Orange?
Every question stirred him out his tired state to get a good look at the one who saved them. Sad enlarged brown eyes staring at him as (she?) pulled him into a gentle hug with her foreleg,
"It's ok, it's going to be fine."
All he could do is blink before his vision began to fade once again as he heard her frantic yelling and a green light before everything turned dark.
‘so familiar.'