Conan’s hair blew recklessly in the whipping wind. The sun bounced off his eyes like a mirror, which usually meant he was at the beach, but now it meant somewhere entirly different.

The boat.

And not just any boat, either. This boat was owned, run, and manteniced by his mother, a shipping captain for a world beyond the world most people knew. He breathed in sharply, as the sea spray rockted onto his lips. He leaned onto the railing to get a better veiw of the vast ocean spread out before him. But before he could take it all in, his vision blurred in a violent crack of blue light. With the blind fury filling his head came a wave of nausia.

Fire filled his veins, causing his arms to shake.

_Frick._ He gulped, fighting the memories from coming back. _No! Not the fire__…__ I can__’__t, I can__’__t!_

_ _The loving face of his longtime mentor filled the space in between his iris’s and mind. His face… right before he died.